Chapter 18: Chapter 18 - First Member.
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Location - New York | Terrace.
Normally, people tend to think that the dark always brings with it many problems, this was so much so that it became a cultural belief, for example, things that are generally hidden in plain sight, bringing with it the most basic problem that affects Corruption in today's society is so easy but also very difficult to realize this.
Among the thickets of the night when the crystalline golden rays of the sun reach their sunset, the evil that lives in the silence of the darkness of the night goes out for a walk, the worst that humanity has to offer, society's garbage which enjoys living in the shadows stalking the weak.
Looking for that feeling that reminds them that they are alive, quench their wildest impulses, breaking the fragile line that separates ethics and morals.
It is interesting but at the same time terrifying to think that no matter how much you try to stop it, it always has a way of returning, the law is imperfect, and trying to help to be outside it, ironically makes you the objective of the people you try to help, it is even funny.
To think that for having special abilities you think that you can put on a tight leggings suit and go out on the streets being some kind of hero and/or heroine, saving the day with a stupid smile, if that's a good joke, reality nevertheless It tends to hit harder than you imagine, it is dark and nothing can change that, you try to adapt to situations, you try to waste time drowning your thoughts in the first thing you find to try to escape from reality.
Alcohol, drugs, sex with strangers you don't know, and the next day you wake up without remembering anything, throwing men out into the street, you lose yourself in vices, hours and hours just to forget a paltry part of the shit that is your existence.
Oh, at least that's what she thought.
The cold night air caused slight currents in the environment, the wind whipping his long black hair like night, which was still slow but steady, his eyes contrasting the same color as his hair, the weak radiant lights of the automobiles were reflected in the dark infinity of his emotionless cold gaze.
Absolute tranquility, in front of her looking through the streets of the city, currently it is needless to say that she was confused, not even that word was far away to describe her state at this moment, what she considered impossible to happen seemed to be happening in front of his eyes a week had passed since he arrived in New York City in this period he had walked every alley of the city, hoping to find the classic criminals of the underworld, any hint of abusive bastards, or at least someone at night that will seek to cause problems to collect information.
She was very disconcerted by the fact that she found nothing, that is to say absolutely nothing, the alleys were empty every damn place was deserted of criminals, which is even more absurd even late at night people were walking through those places where they are never supposed to normal people would walk in the wee hours, families that passed by the place laughing, teenagers who came home late from school, among other things for a moment I thought that he had been in the wrong city, and even that New York is not Hell's Kitchen he was not that far actually.
She did not understand what was happening as she walked through the alleys, the only thing she found in each one she visited was strange graphite, with the naked eye you could see that she was overexposed to another.
A huge ghostly-looking figure in front of what appeared to be a kind of arrowhead, this looked as if it was dripping down the walls towards the ground, most disconcerting of all was the phrase drawn under the graphite.
"We live in the shadows .... To serve the light ... We are Assassins."
Shit how deep, for some strange reason that phrase gave him a chill you don't need to be a genius to know what or who he was referring to.
As the air continued to billow her hair, she was still immersed in her thoughts.
I could not believe that a single person or whatever it was cleaned a city, that is impossible no matter how good you are, there are limits that you cannot pass, the simple fact of killing a person makes you a criminal, being wanted by The police is a pain in the butt, something as simple as extreme violence is already punishable by stupid law, even if you were talented enough to get out of jail fighting people who don't mind killing is difficult.
The wounds would be daily bread and it was only a matter of time before something It will happen to you, worst of all is that if you piss off a person with power, be it political or in the underworld, you are screwed, not so much for you but the people important to you would pay, there are no superpowers that save you from that's at least not one I know.
Closing her eyes for a few seconds I enjoy the feeling of seeing on her face.
After this, she made a small jump to the staircase still next to the building, and from this she made another jump followed to fall on the ground right in the middle of an alley, when she looked up she found that strange graphite the questions arose in.
She always believed herself to be good at what she did, but she was good, she knew she didn't need to be vain or some shit like that, the facts spoke for themselves but still she couldn't understand anything about the enigma that the ghost boy was, damn shit is He really couldn't find any clue that would tell him where or how to find him, even if this guy bothered to admit it, he honored his name because he was a damn ghost.
"Tch."
Clicking her tongue in annoyance she turned to walk out of the alley.
Location - Ghost Zone.
Inside the facility's laboratory, a short, plump-looking boy was looking around with apparent nervousness.
He was surrounded by a towel completely trying to dry the water on his hair, the natural submissive look he wandered around every corner of the strange place felt nervous, more than that was between a mixture of fear and emotion.
As he was not, he knew where he was, that is, he did not know but if he could deduce it, the moment he saw the guy who helped him he recognized it immediately, even though the existence of this same one are only rumors or strange videos on YouTube trying to explain as or what it is, theories about him spread like fire in social networks.
It was quite curious on the subject after all a person who could fly through the skies and slaughter clans in the underworld could not go unnoticed for long, by netizens and lovers of conspiracies the subject about the ghost boy was quite glowing.
There were hundreds of videos about him looking to fully test the crazy theories about his existence.
Meeting the person behind the myth was extremely disconcerting, for a moment his mind flew into thoughts
What if I wanted to hurt him?
Could you do something?
Would he have to fight and defend himself?
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Fight? and defend yourself?
What a joke, a laugh left his lips the moment he thought about that fighting against the ghost boy if of course he could not against the school bullies.
What does he believe that would do against someone who causes terror in the craziest criminals, the comparison would not be different to a small and fragile hare in front of an imposing dragon, they were completely different kingdoms, the boy could not help but continue laughing nervously, he could do nothing but accept your fate.
Suddenly amidst the complete silence of the facilities, the sound of footsteps began to become audible. Slow but sure with force in each one of them almost at the instant that he heard them the hairs on his neck stood up, his gaze traveled with speed towards the direction where those steps were coming.
Right in front of him, the imposing figure of the transformed chestnut walked straight towards him, staring he could realize details that he had missed.
Long platinum white hair fell his forehead and sides having a hypnotic glow in it, below some eyebrows of the same color above them, some flashing green eyes this could swear to see how flashes of the same brightness were fired through the air constantly out of the same, he felt so small before his gaze.
On the contrary, the boy's face despite the imposing air kept a slight smile.
Fine features with milky white skin, in which a strange greenish glow was shed on the skin, forcing his mind only the word 'Aura' came to mind.
"Kain right?"
The deep voice of the guy took him out of his thoughts, slightly raising his gaze puzzled, he just attended
"H-how do you know my name?"
"I know many things ... I have a question for you Kain." Said the brunette.
It took him a few seconds to process what the boy in front of him had said, only to nod slightly waiting for the question.
Without waiting much longer, the chestnut asked "You have had dreams of dying, right?"
Now, this completely disconnected the plump little boy, he froze in the air. How did he know? Was it a coincidence? No, this did not seem something like that in his mind the dream that just happened yesterday repeated itself, it was probably just a coincidence.
However, that thought was cut off with the next words from the mysterious boy in front of him.
"Just yesterday, you had a strange dream is not it was one where you could escape from the cage that keeps you locked up, fly freely through the skies, feel the freedom to break the shackles that the world put you at birth. "As he spoke he began to approach slowly to the boy. "After all the suffering and the constant abuse, something inside you woke up yesterday, right? You wanted revenge, to collect everything they owe you and in the end, to be able to rest. "
The boy's plump body kept trembling, a pathetic sight for anyone who saw this, sweat and tears ran down his face, mixing all kinds of bitter feelings the voice in his throat was stripped of him.
Nobody else knew better what it was to live that, at this time his brain was trying to process all the images that inhabited his subconscious, sadly he realized that there was none in which he felt happy or comfortable with himself.
Between the crying sob, the chestnut's voice echoed in the place "Tell me Kain what would you say ... if I told you that you can change."
The room was silent for a few seconds, the plump boy's gaze lifted staring at the brunette.
"What arias kain? If I tell you that you can be reborn."
The teary eyes of the boy widened when he heard what was said, immediately as if it were a strong current of cold air to a massive chill. He ran through his body when he saw the boy's soft smile, which with the passing of the seconds turned into a savage with those sparkling eyes that looked at him.
Location - Ghost Zone | Underground laboratory.
The cold environment of the place caused a slight white mist when coming into contact with the skin each pore of the body opened almost instantly, inside the underground laboratory of the complex, two people walked down the long corridor their steps were slow but constant, probing an echo around the place.
Kain kept a nervous look, his eyes were slightly red from crying, even now it seemed like a dream of the hat was happening to him, his gaze swept the laboratory unable to recognize all the devices established in it.
"I-is it true what you said?" I ask softly.
"So is every word." He answered, looking at him askance.
"Y-it feels so unreal."
A laugh escaped the chestnut "I guess, but they say dreams can be fulfilled right? You just have to accept the deal."
"Y-are you creating some kind of brotherhood?" I ask nervously.
For a few seconds Peter looked at him from the corner of his eye until he looked straight ahead "Kain, what do you think is needed to make a real change in today's world?"
The question took him by surprise, almost instantly under his gaze trying to think of an answer, but what should I say? A real change in society was impossible starting with family education.
And not to mention the crime, the police authority of the system itself could not be more corrupt, even if there are good police officers who could do when the same system is against them, a word from the superior could decide their fate. Impossible as an individual does not exercise any power, before you speak you will have been silenced.
Trying to help also cannot do much, you simply cannot touch the essential people that are part of the nucleus, these are the ones in charge of spreading cancer, there is one way to defeat them, but how? Politically, never, morally those bastards or morally have. Going by force is not an option, at least not without a superhuman force, a power that finally forces those bastards to be afraid and cry out for mercy.
When this last thought crossed his mind, his eyes widened slightly as he looked at the boy's back in front of him. It was that? Damn seriously? He was trying to create a force that can fight them, that's just crazy.
"It seems you already understood." Peter said with a smile.
"I-are you doing it?"
"Naturally, that is why I chose you to be the first because of the life you have lived you must understand it better than anyone to create a real change, you need people who are willing to do it, walk where others do not want, advance through pain enduring everything to be able to achieve it, murder those who deserve to be killed, help those who deserve to be helped people are judged for their actions, kain we will be hated by many but loved by many more, they will brand us as villains, they will try by all possible means to murder us " The footsteps stopped in silence. "They can do whatever they want, but they can never stop us. We will make a Real change first in this city, then in another until we are all over the world, remember this Kain."
After saying this he turned completely to look at him Kain you can play that an intense explanation of adrenaline invaded his body, his breath shook like crazy while his body trembled the next sentence that phrase for him, changed everything.
"We live in the shadows, To serve the light, We are Assassins."
For the first time in his life since his birth and growth, he stopped shaking, the submissive gaze left his eyes inside him felt as if the enormous burden that they forced him to carry was withdrawn, the feeling of freedom like a powerful force growing within him that he never thought he had.
"So." Peter spoke up as his characteristic wild smile appeared on his face.
"Ready to be reborn?"
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