Chapter One: So It Begins
Two ear piercing shots rang off in a distance as they penetrated through two young men leaning on a wall. The wall now tainted by their blood.
The man who had shot this bullet was Kreg. This latent man was in association with the Italian mafia. He was a contract killed and was obligated to kill or be killed. This man wasn't opaque, he knew what he had to do and did it very well.
Kreg had the figure of four men. He was very well built and always had a snug black suit with a white tie. His mafia name was anonymous because no one could tell who he was. He was able to kill anybody.
At home Kreg's life was simple. Be a father of three children, all boys. There was Theodore who was eighteen. Theo was the inconspicuous contract killer who knew how to snipe from 500 plus miles away. Then there was the blithe child, Klem. Klem was known for always killing with a smile on his face. Ear to ear as each bullet passed through the organs and blood gushes out everywhere. This man couldn't be brought down. He was, so to say, pachyderm. Klem was 16, as was Cornelius. Cornelius was the kid who was adept to conquer spotting thing very well. Corn, as the family calls him, spotted for Theo.
Back at the action Kreg was making
his getaway plan. He made a different route every time so not to be
caught by anyone. He was a slow man due to his backpack filled with a lot
of bullets that weighed five pounds apiece. Kreg never let anyone but his
family and mafia members know him. He was the most inconspicuous person alive.
Chapter Two: Death of a Mad Man
As Kreg turned the first corner of his new route he saw his son Klem in a fist fight. Kreg stopped to watch from a distance. He took a knee and saw the action as clear as day. Klem was fighting an older man, about the age of 27. At first sight you couldn't tell was prevailing in the brawl but it looked like Klem.
As Klem threw one punch into the man's ribs he could hear a few snap. The men took a step back, leaned over and throw up a little. He gasped for air as Klem walked up fast and kicked him in the face. The man fell backwards smashing his head on a wall. This kick caused the man to bleed out his nose. As Klem was about to finish the man off, he realized someone was watching off in a distance. This man watching wasn't Kreg because he was behind Klem. Klem stopped to look for a split second because the man on the floor was still gaining consciousness from the harsh blow to his head. Klem hadn't realized but this man watching had a gun. Klem realized he was in a life or death situation now. Klem took his .49 out of his pocket and shot the man in front of him. As soon as he did that the man watching positioned the gun to his eye to aim and for the first time, Klem frowned. He dove out of the way before the first bullet exited the man's gun.
