Killers' Oath
Reminiscent Descent
Part 1
The inauguration of the president in the year of 2008 brought about a time of change for the citizens of the United States of America. This new leader sought to end America's influence in overseas affairs and adopted a policy of semi-isolationism, thus ending the ill-fated Operation: Iraqi Freedom that was commenced in 2004. The people were eagerly ready to accept their new leader's ideas, hoping to bring about a better tomorrow. Their hopes were not unfounded as the policies that were passed made the United States a much better environment for all. Unemployment rates went down as did homelessness. The people praised their leader and even opted to make them a monarch, to which they refused, saying that they were doing what should have been done years ago: listening to the people's needs. The whole nation seemed in unanimous agreement on this rare breed of leader, that is, with the exception of one. This individual hated the morals that the president stood for. All he wanted was to sate his greed and lust for power. The vice president of the United States called for the assassination of his long-time political friend. The execution was flawless. The hitman assigned made it look as if the president had walked out into an empty elevator shaft by using a projector to project an image of the elevator below. No matter that the additional four people on the presidential staff also plummeted to their deaths. To the hitman, that was just a perk of the job.
The vice-president was sworn in as the president soon after and ran the country much the way the previous leader had with a few subtle changes here and there. Then, in 2012, when it came time for the elections to be held once more, he hired assassins to eliminate his competition. He was sworn in soon after and with the help of a disgruntled military general, declared himself the first dictator of America. His first act was to eliminate the general by means of asphyxiation. He then began to rule the country as he saw fit, disregarding the cries of the maltreated populace.
March 28, 2016
A young man, dripping from head to toe in blood,
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September 8, 2013
Chicago, Illinois
Mark Delain was your typical teenager. He was sixteen years old, and by the look of the bags beneath his piercing green eyes, hadn't slept a wink in a few days. Standing at 5'11", he was muscled, but not overly so. He swished his dark hair out of his eyes and looked around the cluttered apartment he lived in with his father. Pizza boxes, soda cans and other assorted trash lay scattered all about the two bedroom, one bathroom apartment. Cautiously, he navigated the trash to make his way to the bathroom. Once there, he opened up the medicine cabinet and took out his toothbrush and toothpaste and proceeded to brush his teeth. His father was not home, as he was a store operator for the government. Since the regime of the new president, the populace was forced to work fourteen hour days,
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BOOM!BAM!
"Open up!"
BOOM BOOM BOOM!
Mark opened his eyes, realizing that the pounding was not apart of his dreams nor was the shouting he heard. He slowly made his way to the front door and stood behind it, his heart racing. For some reason he thought he should just let whoever was outside go away. He had a bad feeling about this. Following his instincts, he slowly walked away from the door.
BOOM! The wall that he just walked away from now had a gaping hole in it.
Mark turned around and saw four people dressed in all black. "What the fu��?" The next thing he knew he was on the staring into blackness as the consciousness was stolen from his body. The Asian girl who had knocked him out cold looked at the other four.
"I thought he'd try to run out the window so I tried to head him off. Looks like it wasn't necessary." She said apologetically.
The leader, a man wearing a fedora hat, looked and her just nodded," Let's go. We don't know how long before they discover he's missing and come searching for him."
Another of the mysterious figures, a Hispanic wearing a black bandana covering his mouth, bent over and picked up the boy and draped him over his shoulder. Nodding to the man with the fedora, he proceeded to ran out the window that the Asian girl had entered through. The man in the fedora looked at the remaining three and ordered." It's here somewhere. Find it."
The three split up and each checked a different room. Twenty minutes later, they met by the entrance with nothing to show for their effort.
The leader growled," That bastard Delain must have hid it somewhere in here! Did you find anything in the kid's room?"
The third member of their party, a young girl who looked no older than the kid they knocked out, nodded, her dyed purple locks moving with the motion. She wordlessly produced a pair of eyeglasses and handed them to the man with the fedora. He silently examined them for a minute. Then he closed his eyes, thinking hard. A few seconds later, they shot open as he realized where they were hidden. Taking a flashlight with a purple bulb, he shined it through the lenses, producing an image on the wall.
"This is it! Let's go,
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The five of them flew out of the open window, leaving behind the ransacked apartment.
The man with the black bandana lay on the ground, eyes staring up at his former opponent. He had lost. He failed his only assignment.
His assailant, a woman with biker goggles on her head,
gucci sac, stared down at him cruelly. "What a shame. This is the best the IAO could come up with? You are pathetic. The President should wipe you out and if it were me, you'd be pushing up daisies right now, but we need you to deliver a message to your bosses. Tell them that their past deeds will not be forgotten and we know why they started the Organization."
"H-h-how did you know about the Organization and that we were here? Who are you?" asked the Hispanic before he coughed up blood.
The women kicked him so hard in the stomach it caused him to spasm and black out.
She then calmly took out a knife and carved her initials into the man's abdomen. A dark red BW stood out against his copper skin.
"Remember the spider's bite, little boy." She said as she ran off in search of Mark, who had run when the man put him down.
The man in the fedora decided to follow the trail that his agent would have taken back to safety. When he reached a certain back alley that was all too familiar to him, he was met with a sight he did not wish to see.
"Latino! Shit! Call back to headquarters! Tell them we need a medical specialist now!" he barked orders as he took off his shirt and tore it into long, thin strips to make tourniquets to stem the flow of blood from the wounds in his abdomen.
Latino looked up at the squad leader and said one word, "Fedora." Before he slipped into unconsciousness. A black sports car then screamed around the corner,
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"How's he look EMT?"
"Well, he got a dislocated shoulder, initials cut into his abdomen and four broken fingers, two on each hand. He needs to be stabilized immediately. Who knows, they could have injected him with something."
They loaded up Latino and in a screech of tires, were roaring toward the medical bay at the center of the city.
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