The Reaper

Prolauge

Lennons POV

   Its was around midnight and I was cleaning off my knives and polishing my guns from my last job. I'm an assassin, the best there is in fact. My name is Lennon, but most people know me as 'the Reaper'. That is my nickname after all, the Death incarnate is what it means, which I've really come to love for some reason. The thought that my name instills fear in anyone who says it makes me smile with glee. 

   I know what you're thinking, and no I'm not evil..... not really anyway. But that dosen't mean I dont enjoy it . I had just finished one of my tasks for one of my regulars. He wanted me to off some poor soul who had wronged him. Weather their innocent or not, I killed them no matter what because it's my job, in excange I get cash, and tips for any movment or suspicious activity among the commoners. The reason I beceme an assassin  was to get revenge on thoose who weonged me. Took every thing from me. My family my firends, and my lityle brother josh, who I wish every day that I could've protected.

   I was on my way to a certain location, as one of my Associates got a tip as to where Ozwald was. Ozwald Stone, the man that took ever thing from me,  all because i wouldn't be his stupid w***e. I've been hunting him down for the past five years, since I was sixteen. I've  been gettimg closer and closer to finding him, but every time I've almost reached him, he slips through my fingers. 

   I was going to meet up with one of my Associates, Clawed, so i could get the information i need to take him down.

   I grabbed my gun and dagger, putting the gun in the holster strapped ro my thigh, and the dagger in its sheath in my right combat boot. I made my way out the door of my apartment and down to my harly davinson 883 sportster motorcycle. I swung one leg over and sat down, putting the key in the ignition and reving the engine, speeding into the direction of the meeting spot. When I got there Clawd was already waiting on the park bench, with his two body gaurds who I have decided their names are (since they never talk) Tim and Tom. Clawed saw me coming, and waved me over to come sit down. Even though I trusted Clawed with my life, I still wore a hoodie that coverd my head, and a blood red mask that covered my nose and eyes, to descise myself. Although he didn't know my identity, he was still probably the only person who knew I was a woman.

   "Ah, Reper, my dear, I was wondering when we would see each other face to face again." Clawed said with enthusiasm in his voice. Clawed was an older man in his mid sixtys with gray hair and a reseeding hairline. He always had kind and caring eyes that no one I knew possesed. "Its good to see you to Clawed. Now,  down to business. I have taken out your target with ease and i do expect my payment in full aswell as the information that you have for me on Ozwlads location." I said, cloaking all emotion that I had whilst speaking with power. 

   "Yeah, yeah, just trying to make conversation, you know" he said with a small smile. He dug into his coat pocket and brought out an envalope that was stuffed with cash. " Thank you. Now, on to the important part."I said with eagerness. "My brother is good friends with one of the fighters that goes to this new, really exclusive, underground fighting clubs in New York city, recently owned by a guy named 'Ozzy'"he said, referring to Ozwalds nick name. "So hes in new york?" I asked, trying to make sure  i wasn't hearing him wrong. "Yes, New York. Manhattan, if Im not wrong?" He questioned

   By the time I had gotten home, i had already formed plans In my head on what to do. I was going to move to New York and go to collage at NYC univesty to help put away suspicion and give me somthing to do during the day, and when i got there i would form a more elborate plan. 

Look out Ozzy, I'm coming to new york city.