Chapter 1

The starry night was a memory not be forgotten. It was dead at night and one could hear footsteps stomping the street. Only the moon and stars acted as a guide in this dark world.

The rowdy streets, sensed trouble and kept to it silence, besides, it was at night that the devils and every paranormals usually operated. That was a proverb but it could relate to reality.

A young man was seen racing wildly through the woods, he was whined but all he thought of was surviving those who approached him from behind. He had managed to get out of the foggy wood as more adrenaline pumped inside his body, aiding him to be faster than expected. However, his leg mistakenly tripped over a stone on his path which made him fall tremendously on the face.

He let out a groan while struggling to get on his feet, tears had clouded his eyes and a drop fell at a picture that dropped from his breast pocket during the fall. His trembling hands grabbed it and then tugged it back into his pocket yet again.

Soon, he was surrounded by men in dark wears, each pointing a gun to his head. They were five and from observation, one could tell they were assassins.

"Where's it?" The first blasted with a glare at the victim who had bruises on his face and seem like one who would pass out any time soon.

He was reluctant to speak a word as he folded his fist, nevertheless, he couldn't fight back in the state he was.

"Who sent you?" The victim stressed while hissing out with pains, his breath was becoming heavy while his body throb from the bruises he had gotten earlier from this men. One of these men was holding on to him and torturing him from the back with the baton he had on.

The second scoffed raging to shot this man who was switching the question around but the first gestured to him a signal that made all of them avert their eyes at the lonely path which they stood.

Immediately this young man said those words, a Royce roll car drove and halt behind them. Two men rushed towards it and got the car opened for whosoever was inside.

With the way they accorded respect for this man, the victim could tell, that was their boss! He was dressed richly, with a hat that almost made it impossible to see his face in the dark.

The only thing that was quite visible on his dark outfit was a necklace which had a pendant shaped as a ring, it's glow was blinding and made the victim squints his eyes while pondering on how he would escape.

The boss strides towards the victim, stoop low and then let out a scoff, only his lips were now visible as he leaned his face over to the victim of his wrath who was shivering. His eyes lowered at this man's breast pocket which made a smirk escape his lips.

"Who are you?" The abused managed to squeezed out from his wounded mouth and this boss's reply was;

"Your worst nightmare"

5 YEARS AGO.

Sad music played in the background as the rain platter on everything under it's glory. Dark wears became the order of the day as mourning wouldn't seize in a hurry. From observation, this looked like a funeral over the deceased.

Agony filled the air, as most people around were fading gradually to their abode having paid their condolences to the deceased family.

A teenager stood at a distance watching the drama before him, he had flowers in his hand which he threw to the ground in rage, and suddenly began to run away from the cemetery. He didn't look like one who would accept the truth easily, even though he had no idea where he was heading to, he just needed to leave the sad scene behind.

Once he got to a place his strength could reach, he suddenly bursted into tears and fell limply on his knees. He brought out a picture from his pocket and wept the more while saying;

"You left me again!" The teenager cussed while squeezing the picture in his hand, it hurt losing everyone he loved, mostly when he never got a chance to say he cared in their face.

He threw the picture away and it got blown by the wind, however still found a way to rest at his feet.

"Just go away!!!" He roared at the picture like though it was going to listen or something.

Losing his whole family in a day was something he just wouldn't come over, as he was the only survival with no one to cater for him. He didn't perceive their death as ordinary because he had often seen threat messages suspended on the screen of his father's phone.

There were certain memories he desired to forget, however, it was stuck on humans either bad or good. All he seek after was getting Justice, but could that be ever granted when the affluent held the laws and those belonging to the lower class had to fall victim of it.

One would say luck was just for him when the murder of his family came into fruition. He wasn't at home that night and was off to delivering an unknown package which his father had cautioned him to give out.

Returning home after what he was bestowed to deliver; gave him horripilations as he could see the cops and cautious tapes around his house while the siren of an ambulance cried. He was stucked to where he stood, quivering over what might have occured.

Now he was here, at his parent's funeral, if he knew it was going to be the last days spent with them, perhaps, he would have told them, he loved them and wouldn't have given them a hard time.

Life had only him to cater as a teenager with no adults giving an assistant. But one thing he was always going to have in mind was; striving to prove others who were against him wrong.