Static Against the Storm



Chapter One - Normality Break
For Carol, it was a normal day of just training in the forest with his weapon, Mjolnir. He would spend a few hours off everyso often training against trees, either until he was exhausted or he believed he was strong enough to stop. This would make him sweat, but he knew he was getting stronger and more powerful from training alone, without any woman intervention. There was times when even he needed a little retreat to keep himself going. Though, a cry broke through the sanity of the forest. Carol jerked the other way, to where the sound was coming from. Listening more closely, it sounded like pleading and crying, but he couldnt make it out from how far away he was.

"Please! I'll give you this code! Just please, dont kill me!"

The fallen man had screeched out, hoping someone heard him in his pain. A man was standing above him, with his foot on the guy's chest, and a dagger in his hand. He had brown hair, tanned skin, and a sharp expression that looked like it embodied Death itself.

"Okay, then gimme it, ya' snivelin' pig."

The man reached painfully into his pockets, and pulled out a paper with a certain code on it as it crumbled outward. However, the other man who had the dagger in his hand, raised his dagger in the air as if he was going to strike.

"Wait, WAIT! I gave you what you want! Let me go!"

"I am to leave no remaints."

Carol finally popped up in the bushes, watching the cruel cut as the man on the ground was sliced in the neck, the choking sound only increased the sadness and cringe-worthyness of this scene. Though, he couldnt just watch this happen, even if the man was dead as it was. The assassin simply kneeled over, picked up the paper, and folded it and put it into his own pocket.

" I suppose now I can head back, dis' mission's done. But first...yo, you. In the bushes. Havent ya' ever learned courtesy?"