A body limp and been thrown on the dirty and cold pavement. Under the pouring rain where it never shows any sign of stopping. A huge and in-built man stands in front of a door by the alley. The two men that carried the body spoke very sternly towards the huge-built man. They all spoke in a foreign language. Russian.
"Who is this?! "
said the built man. "Something belongs to Angel from an acquaintance that we had thrown his body by the roadside for the wolf to feast on"
A rumor has been tainting the air in the underground world. Where a man has been killed by a contracted killer. The now rotting body has been highlighted in the news where the city is now buzzing in terror. " On what purpose did you bring this boy? "
" The woman whom we have been following for years is selling her son for the debt her already dead husband left. So we want to sell this boy to your boss "
The built man crunches down and looks deeply into the boy's eyes. The sound of sobbing and the shaking body answered the question in his head. " He's useless! Better kill him " says the built man. He returns to his tall figure and going to push the two men away. He doesn't want these two men to disturb his boss.
" come on man, you're not the one to have the power to judge. Let us in and let Angel judge it by himself. "
In a flash a loud echo around the alley. BANG! BANG! two shots were now flying in the air and shot directly on the head and the other on the legs. "says his name one more time and I'll let your body become rat food" said the built man pointing a gun at the now trembling man. He clutches his legs pleading for his life to be spared. Whatever the built man said to him aren't that sincere. Just as the now bleeding man clinging on to his dear life thought he won't be killed, he thought wrong. Another single shot punctures the head and are now left dead.
As for the boy, the built man aggressively pulls the sobbing boy inside. Just as he brought it inside Angel's office. Angel spoke first before the built man had the chance to speak. " Let me guess. Is it Aleks boy? " The built man nods his head. Without any mercy in his eyes, Angel shoos the built man away. In other words, he will keep the boy.
The sad boy never would have thought his life would be turned upside down. so many cries, and so much pain he endures for 4 years, and in 4 years he manages to become Angel's greatest assassin. Who would ever imagine a sad broken boy that is young enough to be stripped away from his mother and turned into a monster? Now he's the little devil. That is what they call him.
14 years old Marco stood silently by the pillar. His back warmth is fighting against the coldness of the metal pillar. The thin white shirt he wears isn't helping him at all to ease the coldness away. Rain is still pouring above him in August. Its cold is deadly. An average man would shiver from the bite of it. As for Marco, he endures it. He didn't even flinch from it.
The huge built man stood far away from Marco. Under the shed, protected and covered with double coats watching the boy enduring the torture. He crosses his arm into an 'x' and silently lets the time goes by.
From the built man's point of view when he saw the boy grow up, he never thought that a small 10-year-old boy, innocent became tainted with so much blood spilling on his young hand. For 4 years he watches over the boy secretly as what his boss, Angel directs him to do. For 4 years he grew some attachment to Marco. Under Angel's Organization, Angel likes to collect children for him to raise to be his army. 20 years the operation works its way undetected. 20 years there is only one who blooms in greatness. At this time of year, Marco's name has been maintained for 4 years.
"How is he doing?" comes a deep voice from the built man's back. He turn around and find out it was his boss. The 60-year-old man didn't look older like the one everyone think of. Angel's physical, muscular, facial hair cover half of his face but has been freshly shaved off. His tall figure of 6′2 always towering everyone in his organization. His bones and stamina are still 100% on work without any tiredness consuming him. His sight is still clear when there are no spectacles needed. In his fully-suited figure, he still looks dashing like a young adult.
"He is remarkable like always" the built man replied turning around to face his boss. Angel's face didn't show any reaction at all. "Bring him inside, we had things to discuss" simple command he left and return inside.
Marco's name has been called by the built man. He looks up, his hair falling on his forehead with every droplet of water trailing down his soft face. He walks toward the man without any shaking or shivering he produces. His face looks calm like always. There is no reaction at all. The built man tossed a warm towel over Marco and bring him inside.
Marco follows from behind, his eyes staring directly at the front. His mind focuses to look forwards to never looking back. When they cross the section where a glass wall displays a vast space of the inside of a warehouse, his eyes glance at the moving figure everywhere. His ears twitch when he heard a scream, sobbing and a man spatting such vulgar words. He even heard of a skin being ripped apart by a whip.
Marco didn't even feel any reaction to the violence at all. Instead, he just rolled his eyes away and continue the pace. When they reach the office, the Angels office. Marco was asked to sit down as the angel began to say something.
"Your next mission. Morocco. Arm force-men and drug dealers."
17 years old Marco, is nicknamed Death Angel. 3 years have passed since his mission from Morocco was a success. Marco manages to eliminate a rival in Morocco. Now what has left but a huge space there unoccupied by Angel's men? In the quiet neighborhood at M street. The grey apartment building on the 5th floor. The blinds of the window were abruptly opened by a strong force. Sun began to shine right through the window in the middle of the October weather when leaves are on the time to change color. But, in this particular neighborhood, there is no such thing as a green leaf or yellow leaf. All the trees are dead.
The shoebox-size apartment is occupied by Marco himself. Despite his success in the underground world he chooses to stay in these small and dull surroundings. Why? it is because, a few yards away from this building. Another building is just facing his. On the same 5th floor, a mid-50 aged woman is living there.
Marco in every morning, every night, and each time he got home. He would silently watch anonymously from the window. The reason why he does that is that he grew up there. The saddest part is he can't even fully on grew up there. The woman that he looks after is his mother. Despite her mother having sold him away. He does know she has her reason to do so. People in the organization won't say a word about it but he wants to know.
Going up there and knocking on the front door isn't as easy then it seems. He just doesn't want to scare the woman who had sold him away.
With a bowl of cereal in his hand, his other right scooped a spoonful as he munched and leans on the side. With a shirtless figure and loose pants. He calmly waited.
A laugh got into his ear. He turns his eyes down and watches over the teenager walking by the sidewalk. At this hour, the teenager is going to school. How lucky they are. He always thought of that. At 17 years of age, he can't even experience that.
When the corner of his eyes caught the movement from the window he watched. He sees a movement followed by the window being pushed open. Securely sealing away his figure, the woman doesn't even notice. Once his bowl of cereal is finished, his phone begins to ring on top of the countertop. He walk there, grabbed it, and answer.
" Wassup, wassup.. " an annoying voice of a man on the other side had just called over him. " Yeah!, what do you want Luca?! " said Marco uninterested in answering the call while hardly cleaning the bowl he uses with one hand.
" Let me guess. Waking on the wrong side of the bed again? " amusedly he said starting to chuckle a bit.
" Haha very funny. If you have nothing to say I'll just hang up right now! "
" Wait, wait! Hold on, hold on! "
Quickly Luca got his words upfront before the line got disconnected. Marco sigh. After he manage to clean up the last bit of dirt away from the bowl. Rinse them and wipe the wetness away with a dry cloth. Then gently places them inside the cupboard. He spun in his heels, letting his butt rest on top of the counter. Flexing the back muscle as he moves, he began to say.
" Must be important? " he said questioning " But never mind goodbye! " 360 degrees turn he shut the line off leaving the other man speechless.
Instinct told Marco that he will bump into Luca soon or later. Or rather too soon. He thought he had to take the long route instead of the shorter one. Gently putting his cell phone on the counter, he pushes himself away from the counter, walking passing the window where he stops his track and glace, turning away he walks straight to where the bathroom is located.
Times go by in the getting chilly weather, black leather gloves cover manly hands. A leather/fur jacket covered a toned muscular body. Black jeans covered very long legs. Combat boots and faded-cut black hair. No one, not a single person would say that Marco is just a 17-year-old. He is huge, tall, and has mature looks would say he is an adult.
Sitting on a public bench further away from his home in N city. He watches the public people walking in solo, in couples, hurriedly, aimlessly and some throw a punch where the police had to come by and stop the ruckus. Amuse he let his back rest on the backrest as he stretches his legs and ate his last remaining Donuts. Once he finishes he grabs the coffee cup by his side bringing it closer to his lips.
He pauses for a while. His ears twitch when all he heard was giggling by his side. It is not that Marco is annoyed. He likes the company. Especially girls. When he slowly glances at the owner, he watches as the girl flirtatiously acts toward him. Giggling, whispering to one another. The Brunette and the blond. Marco understands that the blond is the one that has an interest in him. Before the girl could do anything, he cast a smile at them and quickly drink his coffee, and walk away.
Marco is not rude. He foresees the outcome of what will happen if he fell in love or even have a connection with other people. They will die. Nearing where his bike was located. Putting on his helmet, letting his bike roar then speed away on the highway. When he returns to M street. Before he even reach there, he saw some fresh flowers and even fruits being sold by the roadside. He bought them a few. Now standing by the dull door. His hand was filled with the items he brought.
Standing there frozen, suddenly doesn't know how to knock. He just left the item at the foot of the door and left the building. He always does this. It is not because he doesn't want to. It is his mother to whom he secretly left food and flower.
When he reach the exit, walking straight passing the road. He spotted the blonde guy smoking by the apartment patio. With his face show a clear amusement as he blew the smoke sideways.
Marco stops his track and approaches the guy.
"It seems I can't get away from you," he said with not a single interest in his voice.
Luca cast a smile showing his perfect lining teeth " Nope.. you are stuck with me " he said " You know, you are getting clever by the minute by avoiding the other route. By the way, the blonde girl is very cute " Luca said and continued.
Rolling his eyes, scoffing. Marco enters the building followed by Luca from the back chuckling at everything.
One thing Marco knows about Luca is that when the guy calls it must be nothing interesting but inviting him to a club. Avoiding is what he could do best. But when Luca shows up at his home, there is no way he could refuse. Marco doesn't like to get drunk. It messed up his focus very much. He hated it.
Mental note, he tries to get lost in the sea of people once he and Luca arrive at the club.
When night approaches, striking at the right knee on the numbers where all the night people burst out from their humble homes and have a fun time. A single person who isn't much to enjoy overcome.