Chapter 2
I was only locked up in jail for a few weeks before my release. I guess they figured they already broke me and that I wouldn't be any trouble. Sadly, they were right. I recieved a job to carry the crates off of the boats by the pier from an old man who seemed senile. Me having a job? Strange isn't it? Years flew by and soon enough I couldn't even remember my name. There was nothing worth fighting for. I survived. But I didn't live.
I was thrity-five when the cloaked man handed me a letter at the pier while I was helping unload a small fishing boat. The letter read as, "Meet us at the pier by nightfall, we know who killed Kate." A simple spark can set a blazing flame and everyone knows nothing can stop a raging fire.
When I arrived at the peer I was greeted by the cloaked man who was followed by two other men wearing masks over their face. They both carried automatic rifles which had a hint of rust on them. "Did Kate ever tell you she was in the resistance?" the man said as he slowly shuffled his way towards me. "Enough with the bullstuff, give me a target and I'll be on my way." I growl as I clench my teeth. The man walks up to me and grins, "You have that same energy Kate had, maybe more angry than she was, but you sure do resemble her. But as your wish, I'll get straight to the point. You know those guards that were being shipped to the marketplace? You don't honestly think you were the cause of that do you? Something big is happening and we're trying to stop it. That's where you come in. We need you, you're the only one as fast as Kate. Your target is Kathkin, the judge who sentenced Kate to her death."
"That still doesn't explain why they killed Kate." I question as I slowly step back only to bump into one of the men carrying a weapon. "You may be oblivious to the fact that there's a resistance in your town but that doesn't apply to everyone else. Kate was soon found out and was set-up to be conspired to death. We've never been able to hit Kathkin at the right moment but a time of oppurtunity has revelead itself. Tomorrow morning Kathkin will be escorted by only two guards through the marketplace. You get in there, kill Kathkin, then you get the hell out." One of the men carrying a rifle hands his weapon over to me. I refuse the gesture and I turned towards the man, "I don't need a gun. I'm going to strangle the bastard with my bare hands!"
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