Saturday, June 20, 2009

Prologue
The Cat walked into the hotel as any other rich cat would. Head held high, eyes closed(its not a wonder how it can see, I'll get into that later), brushed fur. It looked astounding, many people gasp at the sight.

The Cat entered its room and jump on the bed and pressed a button to his left. Soon, a man walked in. "What is so urgent that I should be interrupted during my day off, Hector?" asked The Cat.

The man, Hector, said, "The dagger." Hector was a man of few words, but he was easily understood by others.

"WHAT?!?!" shouted The Cat. "How could this happen? It was under security six hundred and seventy-two(672)!" The Cat demanded.

"Well... The guy who stole the dagger used Magic Num..." Hector decided to stop, but the fierce look on The Cat's face made him continue. "Number 762, the Grandfather Spell."

The Cat was shocked. "How could this be? The Grandfather Spell is one of the hardest to master. Unless it was..." The Cat stopped. It froze with its eyes wide open.

Hector felt its suspicion and said, "Yes, it was him. He had help from some dark wizards who were banished from the land some years ago. How he got back here is unknown."

The Cat was furious. It started transforming. Its paws became human like hands and legs but its claw are still usable(It comes out from its fingernails). Its body was as big as an average adult was. Every thing changed except its head, which stayed as a cat's. The servant was holding in a laugh but failed and a small chuckle came out. The Cat heard his chuckle and said nothing. Instead, its head became wolf like.

The servant stopped chuckling. The Cat hated to be laughed at. "Where is he?" asked the cat. "Sector 56:9," said Hector. "It's time," said The Cat.

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As I promised from above, about how The Cat walked with its eyes closed. The Cat has a necklace. In the middle was a piece of diamond. The diamond was emerald. The diamond is magical, it allows the wearer to see even with its eyes closed(Note: You have to be awake or it doesn't work!). The Cat is mostly called Stalker, because it was a great assassin. Don't say I didn't mention it! The name Stalker will appear some where in the story.

Chapter One
He used to be the best assassin in the world. Working with military armies around the globe... But one day, he failed to assassinate the world's most dangerous gangster . . . Goldfrost. He was afraid that the news will spread, so he hid in the shadows.

Twenty years has passed and nobody has heard any news of the famous assassin. They searched far and wide, all around the globe . . . without success. As the search was on, Goldfrost had no interest in it. Even thought there was a 5 million reward. Many people kept their eyes wide open to seek out the famous assassin. Day after day, while the people were still searching, Goldfrost came up with a plan.

"Now my boys, we have much to do," Goldfrost said at a meeting. "We shall rob, not banks, but metal factories. I know u think it is weird, but when we succeed, we shall be richer than any man."

After his speech, there were many cheers. He smiled and sat down. A man stood up and said, "In honor of our gang leader, I would like to say--"

Before he could finish, a bullet flew and crashed into the cup he was holding. The cup burst into shreds cutting every one near it. The guy was so shocked that he opened his mouth and fainted.

"What in the world..." asked one guy. "Its time we ended it Goldfrost," said a voice from the door. "Surrender and no one gets hurt."

"Never," Goldfrost said in a soft yet harsh tone. "Suit yourself," said the voice.

Instantly, the gangsters took out their guns and began blasting their enemy. Goldfrost turned the rectangular table on its side and took cover behind it. He could hear some of his men shouting and yelping. He also heard bullets crashing into the table.

Soon, the gunfire noises stopped. Goldfrost looked up and saw a guy. "No, not a guy" thought Goldfrost, "he is a teenager." The teenager was wearing a hood and was holding one of those western handguns. The gun was pointing directly at him.

"Jeepers," said Goldfrost standing up, "is it really you?"

"Shut Up!" shouted the teenager. Goldfrost was now standing with his Colt1991 in his hand. His gun was also pointing at the teenager. "I didn't think you would come back," said Goldfrost.

"I said, SHUT UP!" shouted the teenager. His hands were shaking and his legs were getting weak. 'I have to kill him,' he thought, 'it is my master's order.'

"Come now, let's have a seat and talk about our differences, shall we?" asked Goldfrost.

'He's luring me into a trap,' thought the boy. 'Don't be too thoughtful, sometimes it sounds like a trap but its not a trap,' the voice of his master sounded in his mind. 'I'll take the chance, but if it is a trap...just hope I don't get it too badly.'

The teenager walked towards the couch but did not lower his gun. Goldfrost sensed that the teenager did not believe him so he threw his gun towards the entrance. The teenager watched the gun fly and thought, ' Good throw, but still accessible when needed. I'll have to be more careful, who knows what other tricks he has?'

Goldfrost smiled as the teenager sat. He thought, ' You have trained him well, my friend. Cunning, cautious and anything else that s required to be an assassin. You were foolish using him.'

The teenager settled down and put his gun on a side table. 'Easily accessible when needed,' thought the teenager. 'Don't be a fool, Goldfrost was an assassin once,' the voice of his master rang in hiss head again. The teenager silently cursed for forgetting that.

"So, what made you come back here?" asked Goldfrost. "My reason for coming here is none of your concern," said the teenager with a shurg.

"Yes, it is," said Goldfrost calmly. He had managed to control his temper over the years of training. "Like I said, it is none of your concern," said the teenager calmly. Goldfrost was not going to push him, even if he did, he would not speak.

'Think before you speak, you don't want any violence,' thought Goldfrost. "So, how is your master?" he asked. The teenager seemed to flinch a bit. "It is none of your concern," he said. "Is that all you can say?" asked Goldfrost slyly. Watching the teenager flinch lifted his mood. 'He will never suspect a thing,' he thought.

"That is none of your concern," the teenager said with confidence. 'This guy is good,' thought Goldfrost with a sneer on his face. 'Guess now is a good time,' thought Goldfrost. He slid a small dagger from his hidden sleeve pocket.

The teenager caught his movement and reached for his gun. Too late, Goldfrost's dagger was already at his neck. The teenager's hand was only inches from his gun. He reached out, streching as far as he could.

Then, he heard Goldfrost hiss in his left ear, "Bad choice on leaving your gun there." He used the dagger and swiped away the gun. The teenager looked in horror and felt defeated. 'My plan has failed, I'm sorry master,' thought the teenager.

Goldfrost dagger was at his throat. "Relax and stay where u are or I, Goldfrost The Great, will kill you. Nod if you understand," said Goldfrost. The teenager nodded and said nothing.
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"How does it feel to be defeated?" asked Goldfrost. He laughed and said, "Guilty ain't it? Well, I got to go, hope you enjoy your stay." With that, Goldfrost walked towards the entrance. "Oh, and," Goldfrost said as he turned around. "Don't bother using your arm blade to slice through the glass, it's no use." Goldfrost said with a chuckle.

Being defeated was a shock, but Goldfrost knowing about his hidden arm blade? That, was crossing the line. The teenager gritted his teeth and growled as Goldfrost strode away.

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