In today’s world crime has overthrown our city, people run rampant doing whatever they want and nothing can stop them.

A young man named Michael didn’t choose his life of violence but it is how he survives, he’s a contracted killer.

He left a life behind in his last town, he changed his name and his whole identity to escape.

If you want someone gone you phone him, once you put down that phone and end that call there is no going back.

But what if there was someone better, someone to match his skill, would he be worried or find it a fun challenge.

Michael sat in his home watching TV as he normally does at night to unwind. His phone rings with yet another contract, he takes the name and address down logging it into his book of hits. He tosses it aside as tonight was his night off.

He gets up from the sofa and walks up the stairs, where he unlocks a door leading into a small room with a cross,he may be a killer but he is still committing a sin in his eyes.

He looks towards the cross “forgive me lord but I do what I must to survive”.

He prays for forgiveness before going back downstairs to look up the address given to him by the contract, he preps his work the night before, it makes him that tiny bit more efficient.

A loud bang crashes at his door, this was odd for him as everyone kept their distance as they knew what he was capable of.

As he stood up he flipped on his front door light which hung on the wall beside the door, but within seconds a smash sounded from outside, it was the light followed by the sound of glass hitting the ground and once again the front door was shrouded in darkness the only light was the light coming from inside the house.

He walked to the front door to find a man looking in at him, hooded and holding a hunting knife.

Michael stared into this mystery man's eyes, they were dead, they showed no emotion exactly like his own.

A shiver was sent shooting down his spine ‘is this...is this fear’. The man spoke eventually “Michael...don’t you remember me...It’s John”

Michaels face went white, this was a man from his past life, his past identity, John was the Michael of his town, a fearless contracted killer, who even Michael feared.

“I’m sorry we had to meet like this Michael but your time is up. Better run”