3 PROLOGUE 3
After that day Alex's life changed, Kain introduced him to the organization he worked for, 'Death's Door'. They accepted him and agreed to groom him.
Alex suffered gruesome training, he went for dangerous missions time after time yet he never complained or cried anytime he suffered an injury. Alex became an excellent sniper, a combat Master, and a master of disguise. He was a genius.
When Alex was 10 years old, 'Death's Door' upper echelon made him the next in line to the position of the head of the organization. Alex hardly ever listened to or obeyed anyone in 'Death's Door', some would say that he was still childish and susceptible to his emotions and others say that he was an introvert.
Only a few could prompt Alex into doing anything he didn't want to do. Kain whom he loves and respects was one of them. He always kept his distance from other people.
As the next in line for the head position of the organization, Alex had access to a lot of things and information, it's just that he had never met the current head of 'Death's Door'. Though he wasn't eager to know who he was, he was a bit curious about the head's identity. The head is called the "Supreme" within the doors of the organization.
Soon his guardian Kain got engaged. Kain's fiancee, Sheila is a very pretty Lady. She was about 5ft'5, she had a sable Brown hair that flowed over her shoulders. Soft green eyes, slim not too tall, with an ample amount of fat on her chest and buttocks.
And she was only 4 years older than Alex when they met. Although she became Kain's fiancee at the age of 14, she wasn't going to marry him till she was 20.
Sheila became the second person Alex warmed up to after Kain. She always helped Alex take his baths after he gets back from a mission covered in blood and when he finished training. She was like the big sister he never had.
Till he had a boner right in front of her while she was bathing him. That was the most embarrassing day of his life. From that day on he refused to let her bathe him. He blushed almost every time he saw her after that scene in the bathroom, he couldn't understand why he felt embarrassed. Later on, he found out that he had a crush on Sheila... He told Kain that he was crushing on his fiancee, Sheila, and all he did was to laugh and say...
"I would be much more worried if you didn't."
Alex always listened to Sheila, he had never rejected a mission until she asked him to. Sheila never liked the idea of him being an assassin, she pitied him at first. A kid that hasn't lived like a kid but a killer. That was why she did everything she could to make him feel like a kid and experience the joy of being one. She felt it was her duty to do so.
Sheila came from a Wealthy family that was always trying to suck up to 'Death's Door'. Engaging her to Kain, a senior member of the organization was a way of showing their intentions. It was more like a business transaction to them.
When the upper echelon found out that Sheila could affect Alex's decisions, at first they were skeptical about it, up until she asked him to reject a mission issued out personally by the head supreme to Alex.
The mission was too dangerous and she feared that Alex could lose his life doing it.
Alex agreed to reject it. He then took a less dangerous mission to do. The location of the mission was in 'Gills City' on planet Venus. He had to, He needed an excuse for rejecting the mission and that was it...
After completing the mission he checked his communication device and saw several missed calls from Sheila. She even sent him a text, written in it was.
'I've been asked to go to the headquarters on Mars. The head supreme demands my presence. Alex things might not go well for me.'
As soon as Alex finished reading the message he was already on his way to Mars. He tried contacting Kain but he wasn't answering.
'I shouldn't have rejected the mission from the supreme, my actions might have gotten Sheila into trouble..' He thought with regret.
****
Alex turned away from the window he had been looking out from. He clapped his hands twice and the darkroom turned bright. The lights came on. He looked across the room to where a mirror was placed on the wall. He arrived in front of the mirror and removed his mask. Alex always had a mask on, the mask is called a "Skin crawler." with the mask you could change how you look and how you sound, and other people wouldn't know unless they employed special methods... Not everyone could get their hands on such type of technology.
He shifted his gaze from The mask that was now in his hands and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He stared at his midnight black hair that reached his ears. His chestnut Brown eyes that looked like they had a story to tell, a pair of black arched eyebrows. His nose pointed out elegantly, his lips moist, and look a bit feminine. His skin complexion looking burnished under the light and his face was round.. Alex was tall for his age, he was 5'8" tall.
Sheila always called him handsome, and that women would kill for his skin complexion. Alex didn't think of his looks as handsome, he felt that he looked alright and nothing more. He felt like Sheila only called him handsome so that he could feel better about himself.
Apart from her, he never received compliments about his looks -- his real looks that is. Only Sheila, Kain, and the upper echelon knew what he looked like.
Alex looked Down to the base of his collarbone hidden under his black combat suit. He started to unbutton his shirt but stopped to look at the scars he had. The biggest scar on him is the scar that stretched vertically from the left part of his chest down to his navel. Then he had smaller scars from getting stabbed and scars from getting shot. He took in deep breaths and watched as his lean muscles synchronized with his breathing.
" Yes!"
He answered after hearing a soft knock from the door.
"Sir. Alex, we would be arriving at the headquarters dock shortly."
"Alright!" Alex replied...
He buttoned his shirt back and put his skin crawler back on.
"Please be alright Sheila." He whispered under his breath before stepping out of the room.
