Mountains. Just a shit ton of mountains. Thats all i remember seeing when i got shot. It was just a clean bullet that hit me and pierced my left lung. Now im dying. Now this might all seem sudden and you might be wondering, 'How did dude get shot', right? Or better yet, you might be asking who am i talking to, or just who am i. Well i have a few minutes,i think, before i lose consciousness and most likely die. So here is the story of me, D'Marcus Tyrell Barrudel (bar-ru-del).
Lets start when i was born. Some might say i was special, in the fact that i had a perfect photographic memory. I also had not a genius IQ, but it was above normal, at 158, nothing to special.
But, despite all this, i was also a orphan. Yeah my parents had died because they were in the assassination business, as was i. I joined the assassination profession at the young age of 5, so i had great combat, weapons (be it ranged or melee) and stealth training. At the age of 16 i was known as the strongest assassin in the world, just above my parents in their kill count.
I decided i was done with the assassinations tho and wanted to live a normal life, so i murdered everyone in the assassination bureau i was in, and went off the grid. Even so, i never had stopped training just incase other agencies tried to extract revenge. Oh how was i ever so right.
5 years after i defected from the assassinations, they came. But ALL of them came. They stormed my house and tried to kill me. Soi had went on a spree. I killed left and right. I had katanas slashing off heads and M16s shooting people. They were dropping like flies, untill all the Elders came to finish me off. I had ran from my house in the forest to the mountains.
They had me surrounded, when one elder had stated, "Finally we have found this traitor, however, lets finish this quickly, he still is the deadliest assassin in history."
All of them pulled out Ak-47s and started to spray. I was dodging all the bullets, but i hadnt seen the glint of the sniper's scope until it was too late. The bullet went through my left lung, and now we are where we started.
But i am pretty sure that i dont have enough blood to keep talking because it is getting darker, even though the sun was shining bright as hell. Oh well might as well drift off and hope to wake in the hospital.