One Last Loose End
A teenage boy lay on a park bench, a backpack under his head. As his spiky medium length blonde hair billowed in the wind, some of it tickling the underside of his nose. As he inhaled, his nose was stimulated and he sneezed in his sleep, causing him to fall off the bench and hitting his head on the ground. “Ow, that hurt.” He sat up, his ice blue eyes being slightly revealed as his eyes slowly adjusted to the light. Using his right hand, he swept his hair back, making it lay flat as he pulled out a small knife from his pocket. “Ok, come on out, I know you are there.”
A man in a suit walked out from behind a tree, his black hair swept backwards and slicked down. The only thing that made him not look like a secret service agent was a round scar on his forehead. “Sorry, I came to kill you again today.”
The boy sighed and got to his feet, flicking his wrist and sending the knife flying past the man, nicking his ear. “Damn, I must still be asleep, that should have taken your ear off.”
“Well, after living 10 years on your own, with out any real training will do that to you. Hell, you even managed somehow not kill me yet kill all of the men guarding the old boss, and you still haven’t told me how you did that.”
“I told you, beat me and I will tell you.” As the boy said that, the man drew a security baton, which had been modified to electrocute the person struck with it with the same power of a tazer. “Still using that toy?” With a smirk the boy turned to face the man, his right hand now wrapped in brass knuckles, but these had a blade sticking out of the end. The upper side had also been sharpened to make it one long blade. “The usual rule, first to take down the opponent?” The man nodded and lunged at the boy, swinging the baton and taking out another from his back pocket, keeping it behind his back. The boy side stepped the first, seeing the man’s arm behind his back and dropped down. With his hands on the ground, he flipped backwards, landing a few meters from the man. “So, you don’t want to warm up, you want to get your ass beat right away.”
“I am pressed for time this time. I have to go all out on you from the start and if you aren’t serious you are going to die a painful death.” The man took the two batons and pulled out a small pole, which extended and attached to the ends of each baton. Now the man stood there with a staff, each end of it was a tazer baton. The boy smiled and took out a second modified brass knuckles and put it on his left hand. With his arms crossed, the boy charged at the man. The man charged at the boy, jabbing at him with the staff. Ducking down, the boy lunged at the man’s chest, and then with a flash of crimson and steel, the man fell back, with two large cuts across his chest in the shape of an X. The staff clanged on the ground, echoing through the silence. The boy kicked the staff away with and took the brass knuckles off, sticking them in his holster on the inside of his jacket. He stood there for a few moments, a tear in his eye as he drew a knife and held it between index and middle finger.
“Goodbye.” He flicked his wrist and the knife flew into his throat. The blood spilled onto the ground, the man’s eyes closed as the boy turned and walked away. He turned his head as he walked. “By the way, my name is Drake.”