Hello all! I'm new to all this so don't get upset if this is not quality, and just to warn you, this first full chapter is all back-story, the real story begins in the next chapter.

Also if you are reading this thank you!

Anyway I'll stop talking and let the story begin!

Let me just start off with this….where I live, sucks. The year is 2035 in the U.S.A. and the metaphorical s**t has just hit the metaphorical fan. Let me just start at the begging. Hello my name is Alex Stone, and I have a rather *Cough* interesting job description. But that's not important right now, right now is the time I tell you my story via. Voice diary. I am an only child, born in the year 2000, and everything was amazing during my life!

Straight A's in school, I got my PhD and got a great girlfriend. Though…..all of that changed when the date was the 4th of July, 2030. That day is when the country of North Korea launched a full blown nuke strike all over the world, though it only hit 1 of its targets. Japan. Then the 3 other nukes hit Russia, China, and Afghanistan, and world war 3 broke out dealing serious damage. But that's not the worst of it. That day while my family, my girlfriend and I were celebrating that day, a gang, known as the concrete assassins, kicked down my door, killed my girlfriend and heavily wound my parents. Soon after I fought them off with my dad's old Winchester double barrel, but I was still emotionally scarred for life.

Anyway, long story short, the worlds jacked up and I had to forget a nice job using my PhD. I had to take up and new hobby, which would also lead to my career path.

Hunting

I became a hunter to supply my home with food, then soon after, I became something many people would never dream of being, a professional hit man. This came up after I had found the entire group of the gang that had killed my girlfriend, and wounded my parents; had just accidently stepped on to my hunting grounds. All I could hear in my head were two voices, one screaming "Do it, murder them in cold blood!" While the other yelled "No! You are not like them, if you kill them, you are no better than them!" The other voice screamed louder than the voice trying to not make me kill them, "Nobody is around! Nobody will care, you are always better than them; since you didn't kill someone they loved!" The thought of killing them made me take aim, staring wideeyed through the scope, smiling at the thought of them dead.

Though the voice trying to not make me kill them tried to yell louder than the evil voice in my head, but quieter than before, "Don't listen to him! You are not a killer of man, you are a doctor, you have the ability to walk away and save your innocence!" I yelled quietly back in an angry tone as if somebody was actually there, "I lost my innocence 3 years ago when they killed her in front of me!" I took aim and as I was about to squeeze the trigger, I yelled out, "Take this you evil b#*tereds!" And so, a shot rang out, then ten others all in a row, all coming from the same gun. With that I walked away, eleven bodies on the ground, each with a bullet in their heads.

After that I just began taking jobs left and right, taking out this gang and that one. And that horrible neighbor who just lets his dog sprint around his and your home eating everything. After the word got out that there was a hit man for hire, I got at least forty letters in the mail asking me to kill different famous politicians all over the world.

When the first year of my new job had come and gone, I was doing ok. I had over a hundred million in the bank, and fifty million going to my mother and fathers account to allow them to buy med's if they needed them and pay for hospital bills in the future (I was sure they would need the money seeing as they were both over a hundred and going). My life began to get back on track after my new job was working out well. Though I still get a tear in my eye every time I think about that Fourth of July.

Well, now it's time to say what ruined my life 100% only about a few days after my last job. It was a Saturday in the year 2034, still can't remember the day it was after all this time. Anyway I did my normal routine for the mourning, get up, take a shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, brush my teeth, clean all 15 of my guns, and check my e-mail and mail box for anything. Nothing in my e-mail, so I went out to check my mailbox, as I looked at the contents I mumbled to myself what each of the items were.

"Let's see, junk, junk, coupon for groceries, bill, bill, letter from president, bill, bill, junk…." Wait a minute what did I just say? I looked back over all the mail. And I saw it, a small white envelope, with a gold colored seal on the front in the form of the back of a quarter. I quickly looked around, I still don't understand why I did that, I was probably thinking someone was watching me, and ran back inside. I sat down in my favorite chair in the den, and opened the letter with my hunting knife (which I always have on me) and read it with shaking hands, hoping it had nothing to do with killing the vice president in 33. Thankfully no, it was something

much worse, after I read the letter; I sunk down in my chair and let my arm rest motion less on the arm holding the letter. I had to go somewhere that the people would kill me if I came within a mile of it.

Russia

That place is known as a death trap for Americans; every person I've heard go in there only comes out one way. In a body bag. That was really the only problem, the mission was simple, and I had to stop some government scientists from doing some top secret project that could hurt national security and the blah, blah, blah, blah. So, it would take a bit of bribery, a disguise, a bit of online Russian speaking class, and I'm in. but I'm not going to bore you with those details so let's just jump to the night of the job.

It was of course, the night where the country had its coldest day in history, but I still powered through. I had three guns on me, my sniper, PDW57, and my dad's Winchester double barrel. I had a military bag with me containing some pots and pans, matches, a combat knife, a water barrel, and enough ammo to supply me to fight two armies. While camping on a ridge overlooking the facility for about three days I had learned all the patrols, guard locations, and alarm locations. Basically, I was more than prepared for the job. I loaded my guns each with a full mag of tranquilizers and went to work.

Three shots came out of my sniper, knocking out the three guards on the south side of the compound, and then I began to move in. The door was locked with a simple electric code lock; I pulled out a hacking device and unlocked the door in less than twenty seconds. As I moved in to the compound I realized how small this place is, (Probably on a low budget I had thought at the time) only about a hundred by fifty building with an upper level. I instantly saw on my entrance the two scientists in the middle of the room chatting about something to do with "this is crazy" and "diabolical", looks like that internet language class didn't help to much (and don't even ask how I got my guns past airport security).

Turns out I wasn't being very careful and knocked over a few boxes and got spotted by the scientists, as one picked up a grenade off the table the other ran towards the alarm. I got the one by the alarm with my PDW then quickly turned towards the other scientist, to see the pin on the ground and a nade hurtling towards me. Before I knew what I was doing, my arm shot out, caught the grenade and chucked it away from me, and saw it land near a control panel next to the work place of the two scientists.

As I quickly reacted I noticed a few things 1. The two scientists were gone and one of the windows was broken through, 2. The grenade had exploded faster than I had expected, and 3. The control panel that the grenade had exploded was destroyed and about five feet to the right of it a wormhole type thing had appeared, and 4. I was being sucked in.

As I desperately hung on to a support beam for dear life, many things were being sucked into the wormhole, boxes, papers, tables, chairs, and a fridge, while my entire body was being ripped from the beam. Before my body in the wormhole, I said a prayer (something I hadn't done in years) hoping for the safety of myself and parents. And with that the compound had imploded, and the body of the infamous hit man,

Was completely gone from that dimension.