Chapter 1:Delivery
“The truth never had any shades of grey – there was always a discernible line between black and white.”
― Kenneth Eade, Unreasonable Force
I woke up with a start, sweat pouring from every pore in my body. I was breathing heavily, feeling my blood rushing through my veins as i was looking for those flashes of black and white. But all I saw was the light coming through the blinds in my one room apartment. That's right i'm alone. No family to hold me down or tell me what to do. But at the same time no one to come home to and now one to help me up when i'm down. My name is Joshua Tomas Neth, a lame name I know,I was named after one of my great, great something grandfather, but I hate that name, no that's wrong. It's just i was named moments before my parents died in an accident. I know, I know, why would I hate it if I was only 5 Minutes old when I got it. Well I just do OKAY, my family is gone and they left me alone. I spent years and years going from foster home to foster home waiting for the day someone would come get me, but no one did. The day I ran away to start on my own was the day I said my new name was Tom Neth.
I started my new life going from job to job, doing anything to get money, well almost anything. I will never steal, EVER. Sure I would take some product from one place to another but I never looked what was inside of the package. But if i started to get too suspicious of the client or them of me, the package with names and addresses would magically wind up at the authorities front door. I may need money but got to keep the children safe. People keep hiring me because i'm the fastest delivery in this city, with a 100% delivery rate. Why the emphasis on 100%, well not everyone likes the clients I work for so they try to "claim" the packages i'm carrying. Actually right now i'm carrying a package for a new client. I was staring off the top of the building where my client placed the package. "hmm, so they want this all the way on the other side of the city." The package was the size of a box that would hold a small vase. "Well they paid no small amount so lets get started." I place the package in my backpack and took a stance. I feel the muscles in my body tightening as I start running, then I jump.
This building had 12 stories while the one I was aiming for was only 8. Though the fall was only lasts no long then seconds I feel every thing slows down. My body wiping through the air, the pull of gravity, the bloods pounding, my smile on my face. These seconds I feel alive, like i'm flying. Then comes harsh reminder as i hit the roof. I preform a roll to distribute the force of my jump. "Ahh, only 100 more buildings left to go." {Today I will go through the suburbs, have not gone there in a while, plus this is a big pay off. There must be some sort of catch to this job.}
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As i was running through the the suburbs there was a car that pulled up along side of me. It was a family van, an ugly brown, but ill keep that to myself. I looked into the van and saw a nice looking family with 3 kid. They were all around my age.
[Hey sonny are you ok?] {Ya im fine just going for a run}[Do you need a ride?] { No i'm fine i'm doing this for fun} Right after that i felt my foot get caught on something and I tripped banging up my knee really good. [ HEY ARE YOU OK?] {Ya I just tripped} The Father and Mother both got out of the car to help me in......when i notice a car coming from up the street speeding toward us. The Father sees this and nods towards his kids. The kid pile out of the vehicle and join the Father. I didn't know what was going on so i tried to get up and get moving but it felt like i was trapped in cement and could not move. The car kept up it speed while five people jumped out. And when I meant jumped out I meant Leaped 20 feet into the air and landed strait up as if walking down a step on some stairs. One of them griped something in their hand and the Mother of the family was blasted 15 feet away into house. At that point my body became free once more. I did not think I booked it outa there.
Hearing explosions and flying objects behind me I kept running. When I looked back i saw one of the kid and one of the other men coming after me. The kid reached out with his hand and although he was at least twenty feet away it felt like he grabbed my backpack. I feel my body jerk forward as my backpack straps stop my chest. I feel the backpack getting released and turned around to see both of them fighting using white and black glowing swords. [GO! Get that package to the drop point, ill hold them off!] The man said this while deflecting multiple strikes from the kid. I have had multiple fights with thugs to get a package to its address, but this was WAYYYY beyond that. I turned and ran as if my life depended on it.... well it kinda did. As I was running random people would start fighting as i was running passed. The youngest being kids my age while the oldest were people over 80 years old. Hell they were blazing fast that I thought I could see two of the same person. This was not some ordinary fight, I felt like I walked into a warzone. I kept running and running, i never ran this hard in my life. I saw people cut in half their guts spilled onto the pavement, people crushed into a flouting ball of flesh and blood, people sent flying and splating into walls as goo. Finally after running for a half an hour i arrived at the drop off point.
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