The journey begins
Martin Truth's Apartment.
Silence engulfed the room for a while, both parties staring at each other for a while.....wild thoughts ran through Alex's mind... Martin, he was just calm and relaxed....he had motives.....he saw the rage and thirst for vengeance in the boy's eyes, he could see it portrayed all over his body, he could feel the aura.
Martin broke the silence.
"I know many thoughts are running through your mind now"
"Many thoughts? Like what?" Alex asked, now uncomfortable.
"Like revenge" Martin said
Alex was bewildered, could this man be reading his mind and hearing his thoughts?
"Yeah, you're right! I'd make Runtown pay for the loss he cost me if I could" he said bitterly.
"Well, I can help you"
Alex fixed a stern gaze on him.
"I don't understand"
"I can take you to the illuminates, they'd be glad to help you" Martin replied, but Alex was still lost.
"The illuminates? Who are they?!"
"It's a secret organization, it trains, and creates mercenaries, assassins, bodyguards, and other special martial arts combatants, they're the kings of martial arts on the planet, they're everywhere" Martin explained.
"So, does that mean you're a mercenary?" Alex asked...now scared.
"Yeah, and don't be scared, I ain't gonna hurt you"
"They'd train you to be a fighter, a survivor, a terminator, and an extractor. They'll activate the potential in you and teach you to utilize it, cry no more Alex, for you will get your revenge" Martin motivated him.
He thought for minutes of silence, before giving a deep sigh.
"I'm ready, I'll go"
Martin smiled.
"Very good"
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Martin Truth's blue Audi drove through the wet asphalt in the night, the heavy rain which lasted for about an hour had just stopped.
The car was halted, in the middle of the road, another black vehicle drove towards them and pulled at the spot as well.
Both parties alighted from their vehicles.
Alex and Martin were both clad in black trenchcoats, trenchcoats were Martin's favorite outfits, especially when he was on terminating missions.
The man who came out of the black car wore a brown hat, and a black leather jacket alongside black baggy trousers.
He had a muscular build and beard. His voice was throaty.
"Been a while little brother" the man said, referring to Martin.
"Yeah, been long Zack"
'Zack-Jean Truth, elder brother to Martin Truth'
They both laughed as they engaged in a short time hug. He then gestured for Alex to come forward.
"Is this the boy?"
"Yeah, Alex, meet Zack, my big bro, he's currently an instructor working with the illuminates, he'll take you there and be your guide" Martin explained.
"I see you've got a rough history boy! Let's see how tough you'll be" Zack said.
"Oh come on, don't scare him with your words" Martin chirped in.
"You know the codes bro, fret not" Zack replied.
"Let's get going then"
Alex waved Martin goodbye as he and Zack boarded the black car and they drove away........
Martin sighed..
"Stay strong, Alex"
SEVEN YEARS LATER
South California (9:36 pm)
He stood on top of a three storeyed building, ereceted at the depths of the city, on a full moon.
It's light shone brightly on the city, he was clad in super tight black ninja outfit, only his face was not covered. Two pistols were strapped to their pouches on both his legs, and a katana was strapped to his back.
There was this tatoo of an 'X' sign on the side of his neck, every illuminate member or fighter had this tatoo, it symbolized your affiliation with them either in the past or present. And it's enabled easy recognition of your fellow brothers in the 'brotherhood'.
He watched closely at the moving cars and people on the asphalt situated in front of a bar, limelight bar.
Suddenly, he spotted his target, yeah his 'personal target'
A man, in his late twenties, dressed in a black Italian suit alighted from a black SUV in the busy street.
He was one of 'Runtown's pets', he moved drugs for him, in and out of the country. The man entered inside the bar.
Alex gave out an evil grin, he jumped down the building and landed with a rolling flip, he stopped in his tracks and went inside the bar.
Inside limelight bar, South California
The slow and steady rock music booked inside the bar, multicolored light bulbs situated on the ceilings spun steadily.
Waiters moved here and there, strippers danced round the poles situated on the platforms. Alex looked left, he could see the DJ rocking the show, he looked right, and all over, then he spotted his target, talking to four other men, they were sitter round a table, they were probably his colleagues because they were dressed in suits like him.
Some clubbers stared weirdly at him because of his outfit.
"Ah crap, i should have dressed like a gentleman" Alex thought.
He walked towards their table, not disturbed by the onlookers.
"Hello gentlemen" he said.
The men looked weirdly at him.
"Who are you?"
The first man asked.
Pow!
Alex replied the man with a kick which sent him into the table of the next people sitted next to them, breaking it into two.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" The second man asked, throwing a punch at him.
Woosh, Alex weaved swiftly.
Pa!
He sent a punch into the man's cheek, he drunkenly landed on a wooden chair, breaking it as well.
The man Alex was trailing brought out a pistol, the others followed.
Click!
Pa! Pa! Pa!
The bullets rained spontaneously,
Alex swiftly crouched to the left, to the left, and behind the mettalic tables.
Screams came here and there, everyone scampered for safety.
Then the shots stopped, the attackers moved closely to see if he was dead.
'Click'
Alex pulled out his own pistols,
He pulled to shots, accurately aiming for the hearts of two of his attackers.
Pa!
They dropped down dead, his target his behind a wall for safety.
Alex fired two more shots, after a few series of weaves and crouches and the third man went down.
'Three down, two more to go!' he thought.
He strapped his pistols back into there pouches, and before he could look up.
One of the men came rushing at him with a flying kick.
Weave!
Alex swerved to the left, he weaved two more of the man's punches before retaliating with a 'one shot attack'
He aimed for the man's neck and channeled strength into his right fist,
He rotated his arms in a skillful manner, to trick the man into thinking he was gonna attack, the man fell for it. He pushed his palms forward to block, then Alex got the opportunity to attack.
Pow!
Crack!
His fist landed on the man's neck, breaking the bones in it, he dropped down dead.
Alex's target, seeing this, tried to run towards the exit, but he wasn't fast enough.
Alex caught up with him, and sent him into a wooden table with a flying kick at his back.
Crash!
Alex grabbed him up, by the collar.
"I'm gonna ask you this just once"
"Where's Runtown?"
"The man coughed out blood"
"I swear to God I dont know what you're talking about" the man yelled, in a pitiful manner.
Pa!
Alex sent a punch into his abdomen, he slammed him into another table, shattering it also. Not done, he pulled out his katana and...
Slash!
He cut off the man's right index finger.
"Aaaaargh" the man yelled in pains, blood dripping from his right hand.
"You monster" the man cursed, shedding tears
"Who are you, what do you want from me?"
"I am Death wage" Alex muttered
Slash!
The man's head went off, blood splattered everywhere.