Death Master
Copyright© 2026 by Ka Hmnd
Chapter 1: The beginning of a Death Master
I never knew who my mother or father was. I was raised by several men with only one goal. That was to make me a Death Master. I was fifteen when I earned my Hachidan, which was unheard of in aikido ... well, they called it black aikido. I was an expert with any weapon you could think of.
I was also ranked as a Godan in Kendo. As for other studies ... I could speak nine different languages fluently. I could make any type of explosive, and I also knew how to make every type of poison there was.
Between the ages of fifteen and twenty, I had over seventy confirmed kills. For every kill, I was paid one million US dollars. I got to keep half; the other half went to the men who had trained me and into my retirement fund.
I received a new target in my e-mail and sat back to think. I had a rule I followed: no politicians, no public figures, no famous people. The new target was famous ... well, infamous and a public figure.
A new e-mail registered, and I opened it to see that it was from the same source. It only had a number, which was ten times my normal fee. Money was never a motivator for me, but the more I looked at the target, the more I leaned towards taking the job. I finally nodded to myself and sent a return e-mail telling them to send the fee.
When there was no return e-mail countering the full payment, I knew something was wrong. From the flight out, I recognized an attempt from a young woman to find out about people on the plane. There was another guy that was trying to keep an eye on everyone that I knew was the air marshal. In the airport, there were even more people watching, and customs was under closer scrutiny.
I took a taxi to my hotel and used a netbook to check the account while on the way. When I saw the ten million, I knew the target was a set-up. A contract is a contract, though, and I began to plan. I made a tiny tank to hold compressed air. It was small enough to fit in one half of a ballpoint pen. I used an empty ink cartridge to make the barrel. The bullet was a talc fine powder.
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