Chapter 3.5

Oh well. There's nothing left to do. He's dead. I have to chase . I think I saw him take a left. Here I go!

Chapter 3

I backed away slowly, staring at the dead guy's face. I knew who he was of course. I saw him every week. He ran the training and begginer bounty stuff. He wasn't my friend or anything, but, still. I would see it happen every night when I slept. The trainer stepped in front of the thug with the knife, and the thug just pushed it into his chest. The trainer slumped down, and the thug did a sort of half-shrug as he took off down the hall. I had to make a choice. Would I follow him, or see what I could do for the trainer? *Note from Author* The choice is yours. Comment your answer. But hurry, before it's too late.

Chapter 2.5

So, did he have a twin? That's what I hoped. Unfortunatey, when the cuffed thug woke up, he was shocked. Crap. Crap. Crap. I thought I was going to die. Why? I don't know. Maybe because the cuffed guy lifted his arms and used his restraints to grab my neck. The free one took out a knife. "Duck!" I heard a voice yell. What the h**l, I was gonna die anyway. I ducked. The cuffs released from my neck. The guy with the knife bolted. Even though I should have steadied myself, I gave chase. I stopped, well, skidded really. What I saw scarred me. I was 12 when I saw my first murder.

Chapter 2

Crap! This punk had some kinda knife! He swung at me like god knows what, but I dodged in a back handspring. As I was upside down, I grabbed the knife with my combat boots and flicked it off into the distance. I came into his chest with my fist, then kicked my boot between his legs. He went down with a little gasp. When he was on his knees in front of me, I punched him in the nose. Hard. He screamed like a banshee! Then he got quiet. I cuffed him. I actvated my headset and said in a calm voice, "Got him. Suspect in custody. Retrieval team requested. Unarmed, but dangerous." "Cut the crap, Jonah!" called my captain, I guy my age who calls himself, like, Blade or Shade or something like that. "Keep your pants on boss. Just come pick him up." I called. "Pick him up what?" Something-ade questioned. "Pick him up sir..." I said under my breath. "You little B***ch!" What was that, boss?" I stated. "I ain't yo boss kid" growled the thug standing up behind me. Oh. Crap. "AHHHHH" I yelled. It worked. He flinched, and I took that chance to sweep my leg around behind him and bring him onto his back. Then I noticed the jerk I fought before I talked with the boss was still unconscious in front of me. Okay. This just got a lot more interesting.