830GodoftheSea21: Thanks for those who reviewed. And before I forget yes this story is a little like The elite of chaos by mypenisoutofink. But I promise you this will be A LOT different.
Thanks for the tips. This was only the prologue so that's why it wasn't very long. But I promise that I will make the chapters longer.
Thanks for not bashing me because this is only my second story and just started my first but haven't finished. I have a big imagination and have tons of ideas on how the story will go and in my mind it is AWESOME. But I just have to find the best way to write it down.
No, Annabeth is not a hunter and I rated it M because yes there might be some Lemons, but the main reason is cause I plan on making it detailed and realistic.
Oh and before I forget. The S.O.C is also called the Federation
The year is 2513 AD
Chapter 1: Savoring the Moment
3rd Person POV
Running, that was all he could do. He did not want to die, not like this anyway. He lived a very successful life trading slaves all over the galaxy. But for two years this Federation Assassin has been after him. Two years of running and hiding, wasting hard earned coin just trying to hide himself. He was able to rest in peace for about two month on the planet Alpha Sentara. But that stupid Assassin caught on.
No one truly knows the Assassin's real name, so instead they call him Altair, which means Alpha or The Beginning, but there is nothing about him that has to do with the word beginning, he is the end. He is the last thing you will ever see. Maybe they call him that because he works for Chaos: after all he is the creator of the universe. Or maybe it is because with all the people he kills he gives other people back their lives, their freedom, their reason for exciting.
Have to get away he thought, run faster. He wanted to look back, no don't look back, idiot, just keep running! He was panting extremely hard, like he was about keel over any minute and die. Not even thinking about the correct way to go he just ran, turning right then left then another right, until he got to a long corridor.
*Flashback*
"Perseus, you are a great warrior," Chaos spoke, "But I'm not asking you to be a warrior, I want you to forget the ways of a warrior…I will teach you how to become an Assassin, a killer not a fighter."
"But, my Lord, aren't they the same thing?" Percy asked
Chaos chuckled, but it was a cold and unfriendly chuckle. "No, a warrior uses strength; he relies on the one next to him. They fight in numbers and kill the many that stand before them…But an Assassin fights alone. His greatest weapon in stealth; He only goes after one target not hundreds. An assassin uses his imagination and his surroundings to achieve his goal, even using the targets own mind. He relies on speed, precision, and brains."
"I understand, my Lord. Please teach me the ways of the Assassin." Percy said with a mischievous grin.
Chaos smiled, "Let us begin!"
*Flashback ended*
Almost there! Just a little bit further! But he made the mistake of looking back and tripped. Trying to get up he started walking but stumbled and fell back down again. He started to crawl backward; then he saw him, the cloaked devil walking toward him, slowly, trying to savor the kill like a wolf does with a defenseless animal.
*Flashback*
"Can you smell it, Perseus?" Chaos asked, "Can you smell the blood…can you see the fear in his eyes?" He finish his sentence as Percy walked slowly toward his first victim, ready to deliver the final blow.
Breathing in deeply, like he used to do when his mom baked blue chocolate chip cookies, he exhaled slowly and said "I can"
"Can you feel the satisfaction that it brings after a long hunt?"
"Yes, it feels good" Percy said coldly
"Like a wolf circling his prey, savoring the smell, the taste, the satisfaction it is about to bring."
*Flashback ended*
"You have given me quiet a hard time, Gorgall." Altair said, "But I'm tired of playing games."
"Stay away! I have don't nothing wrong!" Gorgall yelled. He was a short creature about 5'5" with yellow scaly skin like a reptiles. He had huge yellow eyes that had a black slit down the middle like a cat. Long legs with only four toes on each foot and long arms with three finger and a thumb on each hand. He wore leather armor from head toe. Long braided black hair with flies other thing in it that made it looked like he hasn't washed it in a long time.
Altair chuckled coldly, "Really? Nothing wrong? You have sold over 2,500 slaves to the Trigan Empire. Not to mention the hundreds more to your various clients across the galaxy."
Still crawling backwards Gorgall spoke again, "It's a living, and besides who are you to tell me how to live my life."
"It is not I who is telling you how you should live your life. It is my master Chaos. The life you have led is wrong. It is pure evil and because of your choices, it has caused the death of hundreds." Said the Assassin, inching closer and closer to his target.
"What about you, Assassin? You have killed hundreds in your lifetime and for wha-"
"I kill the few people like you to protect hundreds of innocent people!" Altair cut him off, "Kill one and save a thousand! That is what I do! I protect people from scum-bags like you." Altair unsheathed the hidden blade under his right arm. "I'm done talking, Gorgall. Prepare to die! You're not getting away from me this time!"
Altair stabbed down but Gorgall dodged the blow and Altair's blade went into the floor an inch from Gorgall's head. He then kicked upward and hit Altair in the stomach; it didn't do much because of the curse of Achilles that Altair has. But it did do enough to stagger him back. Gorgall may seem small and weak but he is an extremely good fighter.
Gorgall was able to recover to his feet and blocked Altair's next attack from his left hidden blade and punched him in the ribs. When Altair tried to come back with his right Gorgall was waiting for it a dodged the attack again, then he grabbed Altair's wrist and threw a punch to his right ribs.
Gorgall tried to throw a punch at Altair's face but he blocked it and kicked Gorgall in the stomach, making him fly ten feet back in the wall. But Gorgall became too cocky. He got up, blood running out of his mouth.
"You will not have me!" He yelled. And he charged. His mistake.
Gorgall threw punch after punch at Altair but the Assassin was too good. He blocked every blow that came at him. Then he went on the offensive. Slashing and cutting Gorgall like he was a dummy he used to train with.
Altair put a big gash on Gorgall's cheek and he staggered back Gorgall pulled out his energy pistol and fired at Altair at hit him multiple times making him fall to the ground. Gorgall then struggled back to the door he was trying to reach in the first place and opened it.
When he got through he closed at locked it behind him, his 5 big bodyguards stood with him. They were about 7' with black suits.
They heard a banging sound at the door and readied their rifles. When the door finally burst open it flew and hit one of the bodyguards and killed him instantly.
Gorgall yelled, "SLAUGHTER HIM!" as they unleashed hell at the open door. When they finally stop no one was there, no body, no dust. Shirley no one could have survived that. Then the lights went out. The room was black except for the light from where the busted door used to be.
A cold laugh ran out from all over, "Is that the best you have. I'm just toying with you, savoring the kill. I can sense the fear inside of you."
"P-please don't killed me." Gorgall stammered out, blood flowing out of his mouth and major cuts all over his body. "I'll give you anything you want."
Another laugh, "You think I can be bought…you are even more of a fool then I originally thought….but there is something you will give me…..your life!"
After that a throwing knife came out of nowhere and hit one of the bodyguards perfectly in the eye. Only three bodyguards remain. One by one the fell into the darkness one was hit with an arrow right between the eyes. One was sliced with a sword in the stomach. The last got half of his head cut off. They all fell, all until only Gorgall remained.
"I-I don't w-want to die! Hey yelled. Silence was in the room
"P-please! He yelled again. The cloaked figure came out of the shadows behind Gorgall. But when Gorgall turned around no one was there. Savoring the moment. He thought, I don't want to live like this anymore. Just kill me!
And with that last thought the figure leaped out of the shadows
"AHHHHHHH…" that was the last noise in the room.
Two years of chasing. Two long years, but in the end Altair always gets his man. The satisfaction it has brought to finally be rid of this slave trader that has only given him trouble. The greatest satisfaction he could want. Silence at last.
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I will update as soon as I can.