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11-29-2007, 10:43 PM
Just an idea I came up with, so I decided to write about it. I'm still working on it, but this is what I have so far.
Sin Zero
Origins
Location: Somewhere in suburban New York
Time: 24:00 am
Date: October 31st, 2002
A shadowed figure walked down the desolate street, with only the luminous street lights to guide his path. With every step, another of those lights went out. He was a creature of the shadows, and his only objective was to kill.
A sudden beep came from his wrist watch, and a disembodied voice could be heard saying "Don't fuck this one up; he is very important to us. You must kill Mr. and Mrs..." the voice was cut off before it could finish. Not that he cared, his only objective was to kill. It had always been that way.
The enigmatic man lifted himself up to an open window with very concise swift movements. There was a child sleeping in the bed, THE CHILD. The man smiled a smile so vile, if you saw it you'd probably die. Footsteps could be heard outside the room, good they were awake. He liked a challenge.
A chill ran down his spine, the same chill he felt every time he killed now. He stealthily walked his way to behind his target. There was the sound of pinging metal and a drop.. The same noises again. His work was done.
The boy arose with alarm at the sudden clashing sound. He tiptoed down the stairs to find a river of red running from two motionless objects on the floor. They were what used to be his mother and father.
The man still admiring his work noticed the boy's presence, and turned around. "How does it feel to see your own mother and father mercilessly killed? You probably want to kill me yourself now. I'd love to see that. Live with that emotion you feel right now, and become an assassin. Who knows, maybe one day you can even kill me for doing this...", the man laughed to himself at this thought.
Location: Somewhere in suburban New York
Time: 10:00 pm
Date: October 31st, 2007
The plan was perfect. The boy had mastered all forms of martial arts, weaponry, and techniques he would need. He was more then ready. He shoved a dagger up each sleeve, and went down to the basement for his training.
"Ah the ever diligent pupil, it's too bad you don't have the skills to be as good as me" the same man who killed his parents sneered. He was right; the boy didn't have the skills to be as good as him. Before the man even had time to react, the boy (who was now more of a young man), cut his chest in two swift strokes with hidden daggers. The man's long red hair fell over his green eyes for the last time. The boy had been taught too well.
The wrist watch beeped again, and the same disembodied voice remarked "Well done, we had been waiting for that. Now that you have killed...never mind his name isn't important, but now that he is dead, you are one of the world's top assassins. You will join our organization, and be known only by the name Zero." The boy looked into pool of the blood the man has spilt. His green eyes had hardened, his hair grown wild, his body slender...he really was becoming an assassin.
The boy(or now Zero), proceeded to sit down on his former mentor and say the first words he had said in four years, "Four years ago my identity died. Four years later a new one has been born"
To be continued...when I feel like it :D
Sin Zero
Origins
Location: Somewhere in suburban New York
Time: 24:00 am
Date: October 31st, 2002
A shadowed figure walked down the desolate street, with only the luminous street lights to guide his path. With every step, another of those lights went out. He was a creature of the shadows, and his only objective was to kill.
A sudden beep came from his wrist watch, and a disembodied voice could be heard saying "Don't fuck this one up; he is very important to us. You must kill Mr. and Mrs..." the voice was cut off before it could finish. Not that he cared, his only objective was to kill. It had always been that way.
The enigmatic man lifted himself up to an open window with very concise swift movements. There was a child sleeping in the bed, THE CHILD. The man smiled a smile so vile, if you saw it you'd probably die. Footsteps could be heard outside the room, good they were awake. He liked a challenge.
A chill ran down his spine, the same chill he felt every time he killed now. He stealthily walked his way to behind his target. There was the sound of pinging metal and a drop.. The same noises again. His work was done.
The boy arose with alarm at the sudden clashing sound. He tiptoed down the stairs to find a river of red running from two motionless objects on the floor. They were what used to be his mother and father.
The man still admiring his work noticed the boy's presence, and turned around. "How does it feel to see your own mother and father mercilessly killed? You probably want to kill me yourself now. I'd love to see that. Live with that emotion you feel right now, and become an assassin. Who knows, maybe one day you can even kill me for doing this...", the man laughed to himself at this thought.
Location: Somewhere in suburban New York
Time: 10:00 pm
Date: October 31st, 2007
The plan was perfect. The boy had mastered all forms of martial arts, weaponry, and techniques he would need. He was more then ready. He shoved a dagger up each sleeve, and went down to the basement for his training.
"Ah the ever diligent pupil, it's too bad you don't have the skills to be as good as me" the same man who killed his parents sneered. He was right; the boy didn't have the skills to be as good as him. Before the man even had time to react, the boy (who was now more of a young man), cut his chest in two swift strokes with hidden daggers. The man's long red hair fell over his green eyes for the last time. The boy had been taught too well.
The wrist watch beeped again, and the same disembodied voice remarked "Well done, we had been waiting for that. Now that you have killed...never mind his name isn't important, but now that he is dead, you are one of the world's top assassins. You will join our organization, and be known only by the name Zero." The boy looked into pool of the blood the man has spilt. His green eyes had hardened, his hair grown wild, his body slender...he really was becoming an assassin.
The boy(or now Zero), proceeded to sit down on his former mentor and say the first words he had said in four years, "Four years ago my identity died. Four years later a new one has been born"
To be continued...when I feel like it :D