Snakebite

He was born Chris Mora, A regular teenager with a love of rock and roll who dated behind his parent's back and hid underneath the bleachers because he didn't want to go to math's class. His teammates on the football team started calling him Chris Coma, most likely because of how much he liked to sleep. He dreamed of being a famous drummer, like Tommy Lee and have crowds of girls swooning over him wherever he went, He had already picked out a stage name 'Christian Coma' or 'CC' for short.

Then one night he left his friends house later than he should, he promised his mother that he would be home by 9pm, but he lost track of time, he thought he would be okay, he didn't live in the safest of neighbourhoods but it wasn't the worst.

While he was walking along the cold streets of Harbour City, Los Angeles, he looked across to the docks and saw a woman being mugged, even though he was a scrawny 15 year old boy who somehow made it onto the football team and not being the water boy or a benchwarmer, He should do something, He could do something.

He did do something.

He looked down at the crimson liquid which was starting to pool at his feet and lazily kicked the man's limp body out of confusion and boredom, the lady he had just saved had ran off and is now long gone.

"Good job young sir." He heard an unfamiliar voice say behind him, When he turned around to put a face to the voice he saw a well dressed man, whose hands where clothed with leather gloves.

"N-no, it was accident I promise!" he managed to utter out.

"Oh, I don't care that it was an accident boy, you do know you can't go back home now right?, The cops they'll find you and throw In prison, come with me and I'll keep you safe, I promise." The man offered.

Chris thought about the offer for a matter of seconds, He couldn't go home, his family and friends would hate him, He would break his straight-laced Catholic mother's heart who had high hopes of her only son following in his father's footsteps, becoming a rich and successful lawyer and then marrying a beautiful and loving wife; then having children of his own.

He looked up into the older gentlemen's eyes, and nodded his head. The man who he had yet to learn the name off put an arm around Chris' back and led him into his car.

Christian's POV.

I walked into the old-fashioned elevator and was greeted by a young lady who looked strangely familiar, kind of like my little cousin who I adored before all of this had happened. I turned on my heel and looked at the delicate details which were etched into the golden bars of the elevator, I still worked for him, The man I met that night who I later learned is called Tony Ferarro, He owns the 'Los Angeles news' but uses the offices as a way to keep his cover. To the rest of the world he is Mr Ferarro, the owner of one of the most successful newspapers in the world, but to a small ring of people that included me he is Mr Ferarro, the assassin and I am his assistant. He nicknamed be 'Snakebite' because I killed with poison, much like a snake and the hole I had made in that thug's head looked like a snakebite.

I felt my phone vibrate and I look at it, The boss had just sent me, we were meeting to finalise our plans on how we were going to claim our next victim.

I just got out of prison after 10 years for accessory to murder thanks to that snitch Andy Biersack, but he isn't a problem anymore, Tony and Jinxx got him and his wife, Juliet I think her name was shortly after I got locked up.

The elevator doors finally opened and I stepped out into the narrow corridors, out of the corner of my left eye I saw the 'Mystery Lady' sneak a look at my phone, "I hope she didn't see anything because then I'd have to kill her." I though to myself then sat down on the faux leather seats outside Tony's office at the end of the hall.

Cailin's POV.

I stood in the elevator like I do every morning, My charcoal hair cascaded down to my thin shoulders and the black dress I was wearing hugged my figure in all the right places. A tall, lean man walked into the elevator a few second after me, I pretended to be busy and shuffled the stack of papers In my arm. I look up at the gentleman and realise that he kind of looks like my Aunt Andrea's son who went missing and supposedly died. Although he had a hard and intimidating look on his face his eyes had a soft gleam to them as if he was constantly haunted by his past. I quickly wipe away the tears filling up my eyes as I remember the memories I had with Chris, The police just wrote of his case after a week of searching and said that he most likely was playing soccer at the docks and fell into the water and drowned since they found his backpack and a ball just next to the docks. He was so kind and talented, I remember when we were 12 and having a snowball fight in his dad's front yard when a car suddenly rode up onto the curb and he jumped in front of it, breaking his arm.

We both got out at the same floor; I looked over at his phone and saw a list of things sent from Mr ferarro, The only to things I managed to see was Duct tape and Cherry pits, Why would my boss need these things, I mean he's always been a bit weird but this just takes the cake.

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