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Friday. It is the only day that I have to myself, and I was going to spend every minute of it celebrating. I had accomplished much in my twenty-three years on Earth, and now at the start of my twenty-fourth, I couldn't help get a little anxious. Did I really choose the right path? What if I chose the wrong path? Could I still escape and go the straight and narrow path? I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.

No. College was for people who have hopes and dreams. It was for people who wanted to conform to the rules that they have always lived by. I am not one of those type of people. No. I am someone who lives my life on the edge. Whenever I get into a fight, its plainly for the thrill of it. Though... the paycheck isn't half bad. I opened my eyes as I gently swirled the drink in my glass. I knew it would only be a matter of time before my luck and experience would fail me, and I would not complete the job I was given.

Lost in thought, I almost didn't notice the men looming in the corner of the pub. They were talking amongst themselves, but often cast their looks in my direction. A felt a small twisted smile creep onto my face. I rose from my table, plopped a couple of fat bills on the table and strolled past them towards the doors. As I passed them, I heard their breath hitch in the back of their throats and I snickered. So it was true. My reputation precedes me.

Almost as if to confirm my thoughts, my head snaps in the direction of a deep throaty laugh. The shadows surrounded the man, but I could smell the reek of cigars from where I stood. Pretending that I hadn't realized someone was there, I turn my back to the shadows and head out of the alleyway-- the first mistake. I could hear the footsteps of multiple people running, and they were coming towards me. I kept walking-- the second mistake.

Victims

Eve

[ Vengeful Spirit ]

I was hired by a wealthy gentleman to collect a debt from Eve's soon-to-be husband the night before their wedding. I was told to do whatever I had to do to get the money, and if he was unable to pay, well... he knew the consequences. I knew that the guy's wedding was the following day. I hoped and prayed that somehow he had been able to come up with the money, but knew that it was highly unlikely. I didn't want to ruin a new couple, and yet I had been hired to do a job. I had no choice in the matter. I didn't expect her to sneak over to see her fiance that night. I didn't expect her to see me do the deed. I really didn't expect her to know the reason behind the violence. I remember watching her rushing over to her quickly fading mate, tears flowing freely down her face as she desperately tried to get him to stop speaking as she put pressure on his wounds. He wouldn't make it- she knew it, I knew it. I shouldn't have stayed, but something compelled me to until his final breath. It was in that moment that she looked up at me, hatred as clear as glass in her dulling blue eyes. She was going to come after me-- for although I was only hired to do a job, I was the one who did the deed. I was public enemy number one in her eyes, and that is how I will always remain till the day that I die.

Cio

[ Nuclear Weapons Master ]

Cio, my dear Cio. A childhood friend of mine, Cio always had a knack for making weapons. All he had to do was look at instructions on how to create something and it was ingrained into his mind forever. Perhaps it was due to his photographic memory? He also liked to experiment on his weapons, often mixing dangerous chemical compounds together to form the perfect concoction. How he managed to now blow himself up after all these years, I honestly have no clue. He is my main man when it comes to a variety of different weapons-- guns, poisoned tipped daggers/arrows, and a variety of bombs. He always has the perfect solution for my dilemma, especially when it comes to having multiple targets in a small space. Unfortunately, due to his experimentation... sometimes his mind isn't all there. I often find him having an entire conversation with himself while other times his mind is as sharp as a freshly sharpened kunai knife. You never know what you're going to get with him, but perhaps that is part of his allure and why we have been friends for so long. On the rare occasion that I'm injured, especially by poison-tipped weapons, he is the one who takes the time to watch over me and cure me from my ailments. I suppose I should be thankful that he has an immunity to most poisons-- wonder if that runs in his blood, being the son of a world-renown Food Taster and all. Guess I will never really know.

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