The wind blew through the dead, winter-bare trees, as I looked at the tomb stone set with my sister's name. The sky was gray as though it would water with my unshed tears. Jackie (jack) Gem was only 11 when our house was set ablaze with the fire that still chases my every thought. I can still remember as she called out my name “Kaden, Kaden” right after which a large rafter broke loose from the unstable ceiling and crushed her. I was 16 at the time the only survivor but that was 5 years ago and yet I still cannot forget Jacks last few seconds in that hell on earth. Then the soft patter of rain begins and of course, I am 1 mile away from home and flat broke.
“Course heaven forbid something goes right today”
As I took shelter beneath a large weeping willow (of all things), the rain suddenly changed from a soft drizzle to raining cats and dogs. I figured I would just stay there until the rain subsided. Well it was a good two hours and the sun was setting when it finally stopped. I lazily trailed my way home for I was in no hurry. I did not care if it was soon to be dark I new this city like the back of my hand. My little city’s name was Sincere though it was anything but. I doubt there was anyone in the city that didn’t have blood on his or her hands. For you see Sincere city was not on any map to the rest of the world we did not exist. If you running from something or needed a place to lay low Sincere was the place to for you, in short it was criminal city.
Now don’t go thinking me some common murder or thief I have made a name for myself as a bounty hunter (perfectly legal). It was an unspoken rule that you do not sell anyone in the city out but as soon as they were out of city limits, they were fare game. I was brought out of my thoughts as I realized my feet were not taking me home but further into the cemetery. I quickly corrected my course I was not scared but I am very superstitious and tails of black magic were told about the older parts of the cemetery. A shiver ran down my spine as I saw a rather large black cat sitting on top of some old grave marker.
Well eventually made my way home to a pent house apartment in one of the nicer looking places in the city (I make ok money as a hunter). As I open the door and walk in, I hear a crunching noise I lift up my combat boot clad foot to see a folder on the floor. I quickly shut the door and delve into the paper work within the folder. The folder contains a list of new wanted reports from the police station and a note from my middleman Jerry. His note stated to let him know which ones I was going after so he could calculate his cut of the bounty for getting me the jobs. I looked through the jobs and nothing really caught my interest (I was good I could afford to be picky) though I did decide to go after some crazy dude who clamed he was an ancient sorcerer. I figured I would get a kick out of it (The crazy ones are usually pretty funny).
I scanned my large barely furnished apartment and saw that the light on my answering machine was blinking. I hit the button to hear my ex girlfriends grating voice over the speakers complaining about something. Maybe my lack of caring for her meaningless problems was the reason we broke up. Hm all well. As I deleted her message, I picked up the phone to call Jerry and tell him my excepted job. As I was proceeding to do, so there was a knock at the door. I opened the door to find my ex-partner staring back at me (wow I have a lot more past partners than I should). In this case, though I was his fault he was off to make more money.
“What do you want” we the first words out of my mouth companied by the all-powerful evil eye.
“Please help me Kaden” was his sharp pleading reply.
Before I go any further I should tell that the man asking no begging for my help bore the name Alex. I also should tell you before we split he left me wounded in a fight to take a guy running away with a high price on his head. I was nearly killed and was hospitalized for nearly a month (not in Sincere though the city does not have a hospital).
After which I had not seen him until just that moment.
I sighed and moved from the doorway to allow him access to my house. I may hold a grudge against him but we still go way back and I takes a lot to get him to beg. Once he was inside I shut the door or asked him calmly what this was about (well ok I lied I was not very calm about it). He looked away from me then back and started to stutter.
“I…I’m so sorry about this he drawled with his Texan accent.”
I stared at him blankly as he pulled out a pistol with a silencer at the end. I patted my self up to find that I had already taken off all my weapons. I then stared in shock at him my dark auburn eyes and long tied back red hair reflecting in his milky brown eyes that now seemed so lifeless. The last words he uttered was
“She told me to get you or else but I just can’t”
At which point he turned the gun on himself and fired a single shot.
 Black_Blood_666 · Wed Jul 19, 2006 @ 12:19am · 3 Comments |
