The Lost Assassin: King of Chaos

Chapter I

Wearing a traditional fox mask and his black hood, Chris entered his target's room from the window, careful not to create any noise. He took a step closer to the bed where a couple was sleeping peacefully, while doing so, he put on the gun's silencer.

Ah, how sweet is the scene in front of him, he sarcastically thought, it won't last. He lift his gun and pointed it at the man who would've been the next president. If he isn't fast the woman will wake up too but he is fast.

With an evil grin plastered on his mouth, he pulled the trigger twice, one for the man and one for the woman. In Chris' eyes reflected no mercy, no sense of guilt and once done he bid them goodnight.

On his way out of the room calmly, his phone rings and he takes it out. He saw the code name of the man who hired him to kill and he swiped to answer, bringing his phone closer to his ear.

"Silenced," he uttered.

"Excellent. I will wire the rest of the money right away. Expect no delays."

"If there's any delay, you know I know where to find you."

The man on the other line chuckled which bored him, shifting his gaze from across and his eyes slightly widened to see a little boy near the wooden rail of the staircase. The little boy's eyes sparkle, the low light still reflected in his surprised eyes. His little legs stuck on the step he was taking.

"A kid. There's a kid."

"Leave him. He won't say anything."

But Chris doesn't like when someone sees him or even just his shadow. With his gray-colored eyes, he raised his gun and aim at the little boy's head. He never thought he'd be wasting another bullet for a boy.

"Next time, you better tell me every detail I want. I don't like wasting bullets unless it's on your head," he told the man on the other line with his low dark voice and hang up.

As Chris descends the stairs, he glances at the little boy laying there. It is a cruel world they live in, only the strongest will ever be fit to live. The innocent little boy has no chance unless he lived in the dumpster as he did.

In his simple two-story house, Chris went inside his room walking towards the bathroom. At the doorway, he reached his hand and plays a pattern with the switch that had opened a secret pathway.

It was like a tunnel. The inside is pitch black since the door just closes as soon as he is modified. Any intruder would get killed at the door and if somehow they manage to survive, this dark way will scare the shit out of them. If you get too close to the walls, an automated gun will detect and shoot you. Chris calculates everything. He cannot have miscalculations and never had he made any mistakes.

An assassin like Chris should never make a mistake, never should he have a relationship with others and no reason nor question should he hear from the ones he is about to assassinate and the same goes with the ones who hire him.

At the end of the tunnelway is another door locked with a special combination code. Everybody would guess an assassin to use a special code but he goes with 01234567. Why? He loves making things easy for him to remember.

Inside that secret room, he put his mask, his guns and any other weapons that he used back to their places. His suit is hung neatly, his tie rolled back in a drawer with the others. This is the way his life is-- untroubled by anyone and anything.

Just as he finished organizing everything, he put an old phone on top of the table. After that, he just strides in front of a cabinet which he opened, taking an expensive bottle of Sake and a glass. Then he went back to the table, putting them down and pulling a chair.

When he was seated, he poured himself some of the drink, and as soon as he had lifted his glass, his phone rang. He sighed heavily, lowering his darn glass and snatched the phone, pressing a button and bringing it close.

"Details," he uttered.

"I need to get back something."

"I kill. I do not retrieve." Chris then hears the man softly laughing. See this is what he hates. When people mistake him for a thief and act arrogantly.

"My bad! I don't mean to sound arrogant. I want you to kill for me, of course. And then I can take what I need to take."

The seriousness in the other line's voice convinced him that it may be an interesting mission. It might be something challenging to him, something that can make his blood drip, or something that can excite him once again.

"I need the numbers. And everyone who'll see, I'll kill. I need names," Christ told his new client. "You know the drill don't you?"

"Does this mean you agree to kill for me?"

"If you can pay the price then yes."

"Well then, I suppose I should send you the details, Chris."

His eyes widened but before he could ask the caller why he knows his name, the call just ended. He brought his phone down and stared at it for the longest time. Did someone figure him out? Releasing a heavy sigh, he threw his phone hard enough to shatter it and his mouth turned into a lopsided grin.

"Kill me if you can," he uttered, grabbing his glass and drinking the sake in one gulp.

Just as he put down his glass when he felt lightheaded. He shook his head while shutting his eyes but his vision just blurred. And as he felt his body slowly falling to the floor, it was the first time in a long time that he had felt helpless again. It sickens him. His eyes were heavy but before he closes them, he saw someone walking toward him with his old-styled boots. The man squatted but he could not see the face.

"Too bad I can't kill you." That voice -- it's the man who called him. "But I'll have you kill for me, Chris. Don't worry, you will finally find your life exciting when you wake up."