Kale sat forward in his bed, his sweat dripping off his nose and falling onto the bedsheets. His heavy breathing echoed off of the walls in his small apartment. He glanced over to his bedside table where the illuminated digital clock read 13:21.
Chosen
The word echoed through his head. Kale reached over to the other side of the bed where his laptop lay. With a grunt he shifted it onto his stomach and turned it on. After being prompted with two different passwords, Kale opened up a word document and began writing.
"Last night I had a dream. I stood with others watching a darkness consume the earth. I don't know what it meant, or who the people were. I don't even know if it was me. A voice spoke to me about great power, and crushing the darkness. Does this mean that something bad is going to happen soon?"
Kale stopped for a moment and read through what he had written. He let out a sigh and reached over to his bedside table again and picked up a cigarette. The flame from the lighter danced in front of his eyes as he inhaled, he knew he was killing himself, and in a sense enjoyed it. He turned back to his computer,
"There was a word at the end. I feel like it has some significance, but what that significance is I am not aware of. I shall think about it today and attempt to come to an ultimatum..."
He paused for another moment, and started a new paragraph.
"Chosen..."
Kale then saved it on his desktop and closed the file. He opened up his mailing system and found 3 new messages. The first was an average just mail claiming he had won a million dollars, Yeah right.
Second was of the same concept.
The third however was titled 'contract.' It had been sent by an unknown email address, it read;
"Good Morning K.
I have a job for you. 27, male. A photo has been attached with his appearance. All you need to know is that he is a supplier for our.. 'competition'. He lives in Colorado and that this job needs to be done before the end of the week.
All additional info is attached on a bio sheet. Method of disposal is up to you.
Regards."
Kale opened the picture file, got out of bed and angled the computer so that it faced the window. He stood topless, admiring the sights of New York City, it's never ending life, the abundance of people going about their daily lives. A life without relentless killing and betrayal.
Kale turned back to the computer and examined the targets facial features. With one last puff of his cigarette he threw it out the window. Time to work.
He went back to the computer and began looking for the earliest flight to Colorado while simultaneously printing out the extra bio. The nearest plane was in an hour, I'll just read it on the plane.
Kale shut the laptop and opened his wardrobe, from which he selected a black hoodie, some baggy jeans and a backpack. He grabbed the bio from the printer and folded it neatly in the bag, after putting a nicely folded suit as well. He slung the bad over a shoulder and made his way to the door. As he exited he took one last look at his apartment, the clothes on the floor, the smoky haze with a beam of light emitting from the window. Should probably do the washing soon.. he thought as he shut the door.
The airline seat was uncomfortable, the beer tasted stale and the bio that lay on his tray table wasn't particularly informative. Kale, however, had already decided on the quickest and most discreet way to kill this man. This man who he had never met but who apparently is the enemy due to business politics. He would make it short and silent, and planned to do it in broad daylight in the middle of a crowd, allowing him to disappear seamlessly. A metallic sound emitted from the speaker above his head, "Goooood Afternoon ladies and gentlemen, we will now be descending into Colorade, please make sure your seats are upri-" Kale had stopped listening. He folded the bio and slipped it into his pocket, as soon as he exited the plane he would burn it. Kale turned and had a look out of the window. He hadn't been to Colorado before, and might even stay after the job is done for a while and see the sights. As he stared off into the distance, a massive beam of light shot from a field in the distance. It looked like a spotlight, except a lot brighter. Kale stared at it, trying to figure out what it was. Perhaps I'll check it out after I finish the job.