Prologue

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I ran. I ran and I ran but I knew there is no escape. It is fated to be this way.

The clouds clashed ahead giving off an ominous feeling. The moon harnessed a grudge and abandoned me tonight.

The sounds of boots chasing behind me were evidently getting closer. Close enough for their shadows to loom over my racing back. Mocking me. Drinking in my distraught.

The railway tracks lay rusted. Captive dried leaves crunched under my feet. I would indulge in the feeling if I were not running for my life.The whistle blew and the tracks trembled. The wind rumbled and stems crumbled. The storm is coming. Death is coming and I was prepared. But i will not go alone.

I am powerful, I will fight. I will kick their asses... Justt not right now. I am reckless but I am not stupid to go head on with armed men, who if I may add are highly trained assassins.

I could single handedly take down 20 armed men, however they came prepared this time. There 35 pairs of feet racing after me. Today, I am Jerry and Tom is determined to have me for dinner. Okay the sounded wrong. Annyywayyss...

Yes, I'm an ex-assassin, the most powerful of the agency but now I am hunted. I lived in secret, as a nobody for the past 14 years. I survived this long without being detected but I knew I couldn't hide forever. And it seems the time has come.

Further ahead came the sound of racing wheels and in the blink of an eye, everything was quiet except for the satisfying screams that followed. The sound of their skulls crushing, their bones crumling like a worn out statue under the rusted but hard as steel metal wheels of the snake-like train.

Shock, fear, pain, defeat coated in their excruciatingly loud screams collapsed like the hopes of King Shaka dieing away in the never ending desert.

The piercing croaked sound of their voices enthralled and fed my adrenaline. My being drank up their agony savagely like a bloodsucker quinches it's thirst for blood.
This sudden urge is what I call "Bloodlust".

Darkness began to consume me and my body was giving in. There would be no tomorrow for me. I have no regrets only a burning passion and hope for my next life to be better. I hope...
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Hey there everyone.

Yes this chapter is short but it is merely a part of the story that just links to the character's actions in the future. It is not quite important. Just an opening. I hope you enjoy this book.

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