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here's the beginning of the series
D A R K S L A Y E R
C H R O N I C L E S
V O L U M E O N E
A P O C A L Y P S E S U M M I T
Chapter One
“Flashback”
Apocalypse, New York
I watched as the limousine dropped off George Travis. To everyone else he seemed like a rich playboy who went to party every night not having to work. That’s what they thought, but I knew better. After a series of stakeouts I had created a link between feared criminal ‘Blackwing’ and Mr. George Travis. I saw through every billionaire’s façade, after all I was a billionaire myself.
I was raised by my parents, David and Lucy Ellison. My dad was the founder and CEO of ‘Ellison Biotronics’, a big weapons and gadgets manufacturer. That was where I got most of my stuff. I was now the new CEO of the company ever since five years ago when Blackwing, came and took away my parents. He was going to go after me but stopped when I shot him, all it did though was leave him with a distinct scar on his right cheek. Ever since then I vowed to find them, I was told by Police Commissioner Quinn that they were as good as dead. That was when I was fourteen years old, now I was nineteen and I was fully trained in martial arts, ninjitsu and weapon handling. Why did I still believe they were alive? Because I had evidence that Blackwing was being funded somehow and although he had the most powerful people under his “wing” he couldn’t have got there unless he was funded by the kind of fortune that my father had. Not to say he was corrupt, but forced into that to keep either me or himself and my mother alive.
George looked around before entering the pin for the DX Industries apartment block. I glided over to the apartment roof and snuck in, repeating the series of digits entered by the billionaire. Every part of this place seemed familiar and was on the account of my being here many times before, mingling with ‘the rich and famous’ only to serve my own purposes of seeing who’s side they were on. Seeing George going in his apartment door I followed suit and got there in time too. The door was just inches from being closed, I slammed it open then repeated the same action when I closed it. George was now aware of my presence. He looked at me in disbelief, and for a second I thought he might recognise me but quickly comforted the fact that I had a black armoured mask and hood protecting my identity. I grabbed him by the shirt and went to his balcony dragging him along. I put his head over, as if threatening to throw him with the wind.
“What’s new Travis?” I questioned menacingly, a interrogation technique I had learned in the Middle East, the more menacingly you spoke, the more dangerous you seemed.
“What’d you want?” He asked frighteningly.
“C’mon, George I know you’ve heard of me, at least through your boss Blackwing.”
He had a shocked expression on his face, so I continued.
“I want to know everything!” My favourite gadget was probably the voice changer; it changed my voice so that it was dark and menacing “what does your boss have planned?”
“I’m just the accountant”, he pleaded “I don’t know anything!”
“I don’t believe you”, I pushed him further over the edge, hoping to force some vital information out of him to do with my parents, without giving out my true identity.
“Wait!” He shouted as water ran down his new suit pants. If that had been on YouTube it would be the #1 video for months. These were the kind of perks that came with the job. “I heard something while I was working late one day”, he continued “but if I tell you, he might kill me”.
“So will I!”
“Okay, okay!” he said “he’s going to assassinate the governors that are coming to the Summit, but number one on his list is Governor Garrett .”
“Is he going to kill him himself?”
He fell silent.
“Is he?!” I pressed further.
He shook his head then said, “Death’s Eye ”. I shuddered as he said this (DEATH'S EYE is the most wanted assassin). Suddenly George’s body went heavy and his eyes went white only then did I notice the bullet wound to his chest. I looked around but saw no one. I placed him upon his bed and left the apartment back to my ‘lair’. George had revealed vital information but inconveniently it might as well been too late, after all the Summit was in two days.
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