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What's happening, Forum? This is another story me and BeybladerPotter (if anyone remembers her) co-wrote. Because she isn't going on this forum anymore, I have done the honors of posting it for her in memory of the once great writer her.
Chapter 1 [Written by Septentrione]
Chapter 2 [Written by BeybladerPotter]
Chapter 3 [Written by Septentrione]
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Hope you folks like it.
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Chapter 1 [Written by Septentrione]
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“Kleist, get back to work.†A tall, rough man with a long scar running through his eye said. I turn, and I appear very close to him, a very tall and bulky man. His eyes can intimidate even the president of today.
Of course, unable to turn against this man’s word, I just nod. “Yes sir.†He exhales sharply and I flinch. He grunts, turns around, and then slowly walks away, his boots clicking with the stone marble of the floor. He probably saw me admiring a painting on the wall of President David’s mansion. I’ve always loved art.
But I never really liked this job.
I put on my hood and then walk out the door. Outside is full of my kind, several Cyber Assassins that are being hired or just loafing around. The Courtyard has numerous chairs and tables in the middle, a counter to the left and just lush greenery to the right. Right now, I’m being hired by the President himself to assassinate one of these Bounty Hunters that have started to rebel against us. Cyber Assassins have better tech and equipment than Bounty Hunters, but the hunters have better skills since most of them grew up in a poor environment making them more experienced because of their fighting for survival. The Cyber Assassins are almost given no military training at all. All they train us to do is how to use gadgets, neglecting the physical stature. Which is a bad move. That's why some of the assassins here are fat or skinny. Of course, they are handpicked by the government, that's why I'm here; I was picked. I couldn't quit, because you can't. The government here will just shoot you down if you do anything to oppose them. As to why the government would actually pick fat and skinny people is something I don't understand. Maybe we get to use them as meat shields. I would've been better off if I wasn't adopted by the wealthy people, because then I was picked.
I walk down the wide flight of stairs leading to the courtyard, our kind of tavern given to us by the president, in where a jolly looking guy approaches me. He’s wearing a silver jacket and some jeans. He also has a shoulder bag. His wavy hair seemingly smiles as he smiles too. He’s wearing similar clothes to mine, except I have black baggy pants and a purple jacket. A hooded jacket is standard to Cyber Assassins actually, so nobody would know of our identity. Everyone thinks we’re just cold-calculating machines.
“Hey Kleist! Where ya’ been?†His name is Leonard Percy. A very friendly guy, and the first one to become my friend. Actually, my only one. Trying to ignore him, I just tell him what I’ll do and wal off.
“I need to go kill a hunter.†I say. Leonard’s eyes widen, and then he turns and shouts.
“Guys! Kleist is going to kill a Hunter!†He shouts. A unison of “What!?†and “How!?†fills the atmosphere. I do not like attention.
“Leon, shut up. Nobody cares if I kill a hunter; it’s just a job.†I whisper. He smiles, and then pushes me to the center of the crowd.
“No, it’s not! All of us wish to kill at least one of those bastards! Am I right!?†He shouts, and the crowd screams. I can’t take anymore of this. They are not bastards, they’re people. God, this is why I hate this economy.
I just shake my head, and head out of the courtyard of the mansion and into the streets of Sector 3, “Mors,†ignoring the booing and Leonard trying to call me back.
Mors is the sector that is full of poor people and the Bounty Hunters mostly reside here, but they do most of their work in Sector 2, “Vita.†Before I venture deeper into Mors, I check my shoulder bag to see who I’m supposed to assassinate. I pull out a flat piece of glass and press the middle. Several floating screens appear in front showing all of the known affects about my target.
His name is Jack Wright, male, and is aged at 14. That’s pretty normal for a kid to kill these days, actually. The information sheet also says that he’s born in a poor family. Well, duh.
The information is very vague, which means he's somehow an expert already. I return the plane of glass into my bag and run up over a dumpster. A small ledge rests right below to a flight of black, metal stairs. I jump, and grab the ledge. I continue to haul myself over and reach for the metal bars of the stairs. Once I do, I vault over the railings, and run up the flight of stairs going up to the roof.
I reach the roof, and then look at my GPS, a small transparent plane of glass. I tap on it and a small red dot shows, my target. The GPS shows that my target is three roofs to my right.
I walk over to the side, and jump, the gap between the houses is pretty close, so I can jump over them. After the third roof, I pull out my GPS again and swipe my finger upwards. A floating screen appears and shows a 3D model of my area. On the ground floor is Jack Wright, getting ready to leave.
This Jack dude has a big head and pointy ears. Huh. He also has black hair that has yellow highlights... He looks like an elf. "Don’t judge a book by its cover" completely applies here, I believe.
Jack walks over to the back alley, perfect place to kill. I walk closer to the edge and unsheathe my knife, getting ready for an opportunity to strike.
Of course, unable to turn against this man’s word, I just nod. “Yes sir.†He exhales sharply and I flinch. He grunts, turns around, and then slowly walks away, his boots clicking with the stone marble of the floor. He probably saw me admiring a painting on the wall of President David’s mansion. I’ve always loved art.
But I never really liked this job.
I put on my hood and then walk out the door. Outside is full of my kind, several Cyber Assassins that are being hired or just loafing around. The Courtyard has numerous chairs and tables in the middle, a counter to the left and just lush greenery to the right. Right now, I’m being hired by the President himself to assassinate one of these Bounty Hunters that have started to rebel against us. Cyber Assassins have better tech and equipment than Bounty Hunters, but the hunters have better skills since most of them grew up in a poor environment making them more experienced because of their fighting for survival. The Cyber Assassins are almost given no military training at all. All they train us to do is how to use gadgets, neglecting the physical stature. Which is a bad move. That's why some of the assassins here are fat or skinny. Of course, they are handpicked by the government, that's why I'm here; I was picked. I couldn't quit, because you can't. The government here will just shoot you down if you do anything to oppose them. As to why the government would actually pick fat and skinny people is something I don't understand. Maybe we get to use them as meat shields. I would've been better off if I wasn't adopted by the wealthy people, because then I was picked.
I walk down the wide flight of stairs leading to the courtyard, our kind of tavern given to us by the president, in where a jolly looking guy approaches me. He’s wearing a silver jacket and some jeans. He also has a shoulder bag. His wavy hair seemingly smiles as he smiles too. He’s wearing similar clothes to mine, except I have black baggy pants and a purple jacket. A hooded jacket is standard to Cyber Assassins actually, so nobody would know of our identity. Everyone thinks we’re just cold-calculating machines.
“Hey Kleist! Where ya’ been?†His name is Leonard Percy. A very friendly guy, and the first one to become my friend. Actually, my only one. Trying to ignore him, I just tell him what I’ll do and wal off.
“I need to go kill a hunter.†I say. Leonard’s eyes widen, and then he turns and shouts.
“Guys! Kleist is going to kill a Hunter!†He shouts. A unison of “What!?†and “How!?†fills the atmosphere. I do not like attention.
“Leon, shut up. Nobody cares if I kill a hunter; it’s just a job.†I whisper. He smiles, and then pushes me to the center of the crowd.
“No, it’s not! All of us wish to kill at least one of those bastards! Am I right!?†He shouts, and the crowd screams. I can’t take anymore of this. They are not bastards, they’re people. God, this is why I hate this economy.
I just shake my head, and head out of the courtyard of the mansion and into the streets of Sector 3, “Mors,†ignoring the booing and Leonard trying to call me back.
Mors is the sector that is full of poor people and the Bounty Hunters mostly reside here, but they do most of their work in Sector 2, “Vita.†Before I venture deeper into Mors, I check my shoulder bag to see who I’m supposed to assassinate. I pull out a flat piece of glass and press the middle. Several floating screens appear in front showing all of the known affects about my target.
His name is Jack Wright, male, and is aged at 14. That’s pretty normal for a kid to kill these days, actually. The information sheet also says that he’s born in a poor family. Well, duh.
The information is very vague, which means he's somehow an expert already. I return the plane of glass into my bag and run up over a dumpster. A small ledge rests right below to a flight of black, metal stairs. I jump, and grab the ledge. I continue to haul myself over and reach for the metal bars of the stairs. Once I do, I vault over the railings, and run up the flight of stairs going up to the roof.
I reach the roof, and then look at my GPS, a small transparent plane of glass. I tap on it and a small red dot shows, my target. The GPS shows that my target is three roofs to my right.
I walk over to the side, and jump, the gap between the houses is pretty close, so I can jump over them. After the third roof, I pull out my GPS again and swipe my finger upwards. A floating screen appears and shows a 3D model of my area. On the ground floor is Jack Wright, getting ready to leave.
This Jack dude has a big head and pointy ears. Huh. He also has black hair that has yellow highlights... He looks like an elf. "Don’t judge a book by its cover" completely applies here, I believe.
Jack walks over to the back alley, perfect place to kill. I walk closer to the edge and unsheathe my knife, getting ready for an opportunity to strike.
Chapter 2 [Written by BeybladerPotter]
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Okay, so I'm a bounty hunter. So what? It doesn't mean I have to be on duty all the time. Besides, Jack Wright, one of the youngest bounty hunters, the prodigy, was an accident. Does that I mean I can escape?
"No." I sigh, as I crumple the wrapper of the granola bar I just munched on. I actually throw the golden piece of plastic into the proper bin. At least I'm doing something unlike the stupid government. I wonder if a few decades ago, the government was actually a group of leaders, not a group of useless fat people. No one really knows. I guess no one bothers to research about the past. There's no need to. The present is already worse.
Right now though, all they do is just send out creepy assassin dudes and pay them lots to kill people. Which is sad, since they're the bad people and they get money and they're already rich, while we're the good people and don't get any money and we're poor. I guess we get paid with admiration and appreciation and that's all nice but we still need some money. Which the government all has and gives to the assassins if I haven't mentioned.
The assassin dudes, they know this technology that they use to kill people. Bounty hunters like me also know this technology also but use it save people instead. Then again, I don't really know the technology. I never got the codes and all that. I just know how to use it. Like how you know how to move your feet. It has a step by step explanation by scientists but really, you don't need to hear that to be able to move them.
Which adds to my problems. Because come on, abilities that everyone can do aren't exactly going to let me live longer especially since I'm sure an assassin is looking for me right now. But my sharp mind and the training I do to make those abilities greater will help me survive. The horrible weather isn't as nice though. I grunt and wrap my red sweater tighter around myself. I reach to the top of my really big head, no joke, to adjust the cap. I blow on my pale hands and rub them together quickly. I breathe in and start to walk.
I've been on this sector so many times since the headquarters are around here. The Bounty Hunters Headquarters, more like shacks, is a small & abandoned wooden hut that is located near the garbage dump. Typical. It attracts so much attention, considering it's the only thing that's made out of wood nowadays. Everything's either metal or something new the government “made†that they say is "useful" and what people "should" pay taxes to. Really, I bet they stole it. Or who knows, it might be a metal from another planet.
I trudge through the snow, leaving footprints behind. Around me, all the buildings are covered in snow too. The buildings on both sides are cramped together, barely leaving any space for stereotypical dark and gloomy alleys. In fact, the whole snow covered road should've been too narrow and small to even fit any building, besides the headquarters. But naturally, in a corrupt and evil world, there are deserted roads that become dumpsites and alleys that become potential murder areas. If you look at the sector from far above right now, it'll kind of looks like the bridge at Central Park, minus the bricks, trees, and people, and instead of a peaceful river, it's all tall gray rectangles. And beyond the gray rectangles, even taller rectangles of trash.
I head towards an alley to check on something. There’s an empty dumpster which has been recently used for sending messages with other Bounty Hunters. And that’s when I hear the swish. They found me.
"No." I sigh, as I crumple the wrapper of the granola bar I just munched on. I actually throw the golden piece of plastic into the proper bin. At least I'm doing something unlike the stupid government. I wonder if a few decades ago, the government was actually a group of leaders, not a group of useless fat people. No one really knows. I guess no one bothers to research about the past. There's no need to. The present is already worse.
Right now though, all they do is just send out creepy assassin dudes and pay them lots to kill people. Which is sad, since they're the bad people and they get money and they're already rich, while we're the good people and don't get any money and we're poor. I guess we get paid with admiration and appreciation and that's all nice but we still need some money. Which the government all has and gives to the assassins if I haven't mentioned.
The assassin dudes, they know this technology that they use to kill people. Bounty hunters like me also know this technology also but use it save people instead. Then again, I don't really know the technology. I never got the codes and all that. I just know how to use it. Like how you know how to move your feet. It has a step by step explanation by scientists but really, you don't need to hear that to be able to move them.
Which adds to my problems. Because come on, abilities that everyone can do aren't exactly going to let me live longer especially since I'm sure an assassin is looking for me right now. But my sharp mind and the training I do to make those abilities greater will help me survive. The horrible weather isn't as nice though. I grunt and wrap my red sweater tighter around myself. I reach to the top of my really big head, no joke, to adjust the cap. I blow on my pale hands and rub them together quickly. I breathe in and start to walk.
I've been on this sector so many times since the headquarters are around here. The Bounty Hunters Headquarters, more like shacks, is a small & abandoned wooden hut that is located near the garbage dump. Typical. It attracts so much attention, considering it's the only thing that's made out of wood nowadays. Everything's either metal or something new the government “made†that they say is "useful" and what people "should" pay taxes to. Really, I bet they stole it. Or who knows, it might be a metal from another planet.
I trudge through the snow, leaving footprints behind. Around me, all the buildings are covered in snow too. The buildings on both sides are cramped together, barely leaving any space for stereotypical dark and gloomy alleys. In fact, the whole snow covered road should've been too narrow and small to even fit any building, besides the headquarters. But naturally, in a corrupt and evil world, there are deserted roads that become dumpsites and alleys that become potential murder areas. If you look at the sector from far above right now, it'll kind of looks like the bridge at Central Park, minus the bricks, trees, and people, and instead of a peaceful river, it's all tall gray rectangles. And beyond the gray rectangles, even taller rectangles of trash.
I head towards an alley to check on something. There’s an empty dumpster which has been recently used for sending messages with other Bounty Hunters. And that’s when I hear the swish. They found me.
Chapter 3 [Written by Septentrione]
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I jump quietly as I’m trying to make this swift and clean. I drop with no sound, but Jack notices me anyway. He has a shocked expression, and I try to take this chance. I lunge forward and plunge my blade deep into his hip. He retaliates by elbowing me in the head and I drop to the ground. I catch myself and stand up, he has a really strong elbow. It regain my bearings as I try to make a gap between him and me. Once I do, I look up, knife still drawn, and see that he’s already pointing a carbon-fiber recurve bow at me and shoots. The arrow zips through the air and hits me on the knee. I walk to make more distance between him and me and pull the arrow from my knee, grunting. I pull up my left sleeve revealing a gauntlet like item with a black button in the middle. I push the button and a hologram appears in front of me showing my body. It scans and pinpoints the location of the injury. Several options pop up and out of the screen. One is “Heal†which is self explanatory. Another option, which is ‘Disconnectâ€, appears as well. Disconnect is an option to remove that body part from the exoskeleton which enhances our senses, physicals and abilities. The option is there because that body part n is still susceptible to be infected from the exoskeleton’s radiation if exposed too long.
I tap on the option “Heal†and a sudden surge of relief showers my body. I look at my leg and see that the wound has turned into a black scab. The heal option doesn’t really heal; instead it quickens the innate healing properties of the body.
I loo over the corner to see if Jack’s there; he’s not. He’s a good one and I’ve never assassinated a bounty hunter before so that might be the reason I’m having a hard time. I have to outthink him in his own game. That is, if I know his game.
I clench my left fist and a large, flat blade protrudes from my sleeve. My knife is still in my right hand. The only time I ever do my double style is when I’m in huge trouble like when I was surrounded by gunsmen. They all had guns pointed at me, but one was nervous. That was my opportunity to use my cloaking device. The rule of the gunsmen was to not shoot if one is not confident to shoot. Which is strange, seeing that if they’re in battlefield, wouldn’t all of them be scared and nervous?
Oh right, my cloaking device! Bounty Hunters don’t use tech as advanced as ours so we can beat them in our game. I press the button on my gauntlet once again and the screen appears. I make a horizontal line across the image of my body and I see myself slowly dissipating, leaving black lines that outline my body. If I attack whilst my cloaking device is on, my cloak would disappear for a while and I can be seen again. If I run and calm my mind again, the cloak would reappear.
After a few seconds, everything is gone, even the black outlines. I walk around trying to find Jack but to no avail. I put on my hood, which triggers an X-ray optical device which lets me see through solid objects. The world is filled with black and green. I start to walk around cautiously, trying to find Jack, leaving no stone unturned. I must have not looked behind me because I hear a loud “THUNK†and pain erupts from my left shoulder. The cloaking device immediately dissipates and Jack has an open chance to attack. I am overwhelmed.
I pull the arrow from my back and loo around to see Jack running just a few meters behind me. I run after him, and with my technology I catch up to him. I put him in a vice grip, choking him. I find myself breathing heavily since the exoskeleton does not improve my stamina one bit. I put my large flat blade to his next, making sure he feels the cold steel.
“Target eliminated.†I say in a cold, almost mechanical voice.
I tap on the option “Heal†and a sudden surge of relief showers my body. I look at my leg and see that the wound has turned into a black scab. The heal option doesn’t really heal; instead it quickens the innate healing properties of the body.
I loo over the corner to see if Jack’s there; he’s not. He’s a good one and I’ve never assassinated a bounty hunter before so that might be the reason I’m having a hard time. I have to outthink him in his own game. That is, if I know his game.
I clench my left fist and a large, flat blade protrudes from my sleeve. My knife is still in my right hand. The only time I ever do my double style is when I’m in huge trouble like when I was surrounded by gunsmen. They all had guns pointed at me, but one was nervous. That was my opportunity to use my cloaking device. The rule of the gunsmen was to not shoot if one is not confident to shoot. Which is strange, seeing that if they’re in battlefield, wouldn’t all of them be scared and nervous?
Oh right, my cloaking device! Bounty Hunters don’t use tech as advanced as ours so we can beat them in our game. I press the button on my gauntlet once again and the screen appears. I make a horizontal line across the image of my body and I see myself slowly dissipating, leaving black lines that outline my body. If I attack whilst my cloaking device is on, my cloak would disappear for a while and I can be seen again. If I run and calm my mind again, the cloak would reappear.
After a few seconds, everything is gone, even the black outlines. I walk around trying to find Jack but to no avail. I put on my hood, which triggers an X-ray optical device which lets me see through solid objects. The world is filled with black and green. I start to walk around cautiously, trying to find Jack, leaving no stone unturned. I must have not looked behind me because I hear a loud “THUNK†and pain erupts from my left shoulder. The cloaking device immediately dissipates and Jack has an open chance to attack. I am overwhelmed.
I pull the arrow from my back and loo around to see Jack running just a few meters behind me. I run after him, and with my technology I catch up to him. I put him in a vice grip, choking him. I find myself breathing heavily since the exoskeleton does not improve my stamina one bit. I put my large flat blade to his next, making sure he feels the cold steel.
“Target eliminated.†I say in a cold, almost mechanical voice.
Hope you folks like it.
Great Scott! Signature made by me finally!
"That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me... This One's A Fighter!" Gym Class Heroes Feat. Ryan Tedder, "The Fighter"
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