I looked over the city. My city. I felt the city, and the city felt me. When a tree gets cut, I feel as if someone pinched me. They say it's in my mind. They say I need help, but I know the truth. there is much more to everything around us then we think there is.
It's been four years since the night on that roof. but the screaming, the flashes of light, the blood, and the happiness, are still fresh in my mind. That night was sloppy and careless, and I'm surprised that the police didn't find out, but maybe they are as stupid as the rest of the world, but now I have a reason. I have a purpose. I will protect the city, no matter what. If I want to do that, I will need to let out the inner dagger in myself.
I already had my protective gear on. I reloaded and put my pistols in my holsters on both my legs, strapped two jet black 'Katanas' to my back, picked up a black dagger and put it in a pouch in between my swords. It was more of a decorative piece. More of a sign. To make sure that they know who did it. That they have been stabbed.
I turned to the table , and picked up a mask from it's pedestal, it was black and funnily shaped. It only fit over my face and not over my the back of my head at all, but it had a hidden trick when paired with the caffeine pills in my pockets.
I climbed out of the window, looked down from the twelfth floor, and jumped. I held on to the ledge and kicked off. I bounced of buildings, jumped over walls, and at last I reached an apartment building. I looked for my target. I found him. Sebastian Jones. London's police commander. His death would just be the city picking up the dagger against the government. There would be much more to come yet. I jumped onto the window ledge outside his apartment kitchen. It was a fancy place, but I didn't have time to admire it. I pulled out my pistols and slipped into the kitchen. His wife was standing in the living room along with him. I shot the light bulb above their heads. By the time Sebastian found and turned on a torch and pulled out a gun, his wife was lying dead on the floor. Looking scared, Sebastian yelled, 'who's there?!?!' I dropped from the ceiling and held my gun against his head. But I wasn't about to kill him. I hit him with the butt of my gun on the back of his head. He slumped against the ground. I took out the caffeine pills from my pocket picked up a glass of water, dropped the pills in his mouth and poured the water down his mouth.
He woke up an hour later, his head spinning. I sat in the corner of the room with my back to him pretending to cry. 'uhhhhh...' he moaned.'what, who are you?' I carried on crying. He came right behind me and touched my shoulder, And then I struck. I turned around quickly and furiously. I don't know what he saw, but the pills sure worked. He went insane. He screamed and shouted and tried to rip of my mask. I kicked him away from me. He was lying on his back next to the gun he dropped when I hit him. he picked it up and tried to shoot at me. I hit it out of his hand with a katana. He still hadn't stopped screaming. He didn't know what to do, he got up and ran into his bedroom It had a window half the size of the wall. He only had one option in his mind. He jumped out of the window still screaming because of my mask. Well at least he stopped screaming
It's been four years since the night on that roof. but the screaming, the flashes of light, the blood, and the happiness, are still fresh in my mind. That night was sloppy and careless, and I'm surprised that the police didn't find out, but maybe they are as stupid as the rest of the world, but now I have a reason. I have a purpose. I will protect the city, no matter what. If I want to do that, I will need to let out the inner dagger in myself.
I already had my protective gear on. I reloaded and put my pistols in my holsters on both my legs, strapped two jet black 'Katanas' to my back, picked up a black dagger and put it in a pouch in between my swords. It was more of a decorative piece. More of a sign. To make sure that they know who did it. That they have been stabbed.
I turned to the table , and picked up a mask from it's pedestal, it was black and funnily shaped. It only fit over my face and not over my the back of my head at all, but it had a hidden trick when paired with the caffeine pills in my pockets.
I climbed out of the window, looked down from the twelfth floor, and jumped. I held on to the ledge and kicked off. I bounced of buildings, jumped over walls, and at last I reached an apartment building. I looked for my target. I found him. Sebastian Jones. London's police commander. His death would just be the city picking up the dagger against the government. There would be much more to come yet. I jumped onto the window ledge outside his apartment kitchen. It was a fancy place, but I didn't have time to admire it. I pulled out my pistols and slipped into the kitchen. His wife was standing in the living room along with him. I shot the light bulb above their heads. By the time Sebastian found and turned on a torch and pulled out a gun, his wife was lying dead on the floor. Looking scared, Sebastian yelled, 'who's there?!?!' I dropped from the ceiling and held my gun against his head. But I wasn't about to kill him. I hit him with the butt of my gun on the back of his head. He slumped against the ground. I took out the caffeine pills from my pocket picked up a glass of water, dropped the pills in his mouth and poured the water down his mouth.
He woke up an hour later, his head spinning. I sat in the corner of the room with my back to him pretending to cry. 'uhhhhh...' he moaned.'what, who are you?' I carried on crying. He came right behind me and touched my shoulder, And then I struck. I turned around quickly and furiously. I don't know what he saw, but the pills sure worked. He went insane. He screamed and shouted and tried to rip of my mask. I kicked him away from me. He was lying on his back next to the gun he dropped when I hit him. he picked it up and tried to shoot at me. I hit it out of his hand with a katana. He still hadn't stopped screaming. He didn't know what to do, he got up and ran into his bedroom It had a window half the size of the wall. He only had one option in his mind. He jumped out of the window still screaming because of my mask. Well at least he stopped screaming
