暗殺者

Chapter 1.1 Berlin - Munich

It was cold rainy night I was staring out of the window of my one bedroom apartment on the Uhlandstraße in Berlin, Germany. It was the 23rd of December at 6 PM and the streets were bustling with people. Mainly Chinese tourists with their big Nikon Cameras, iPads and iPhones taking pictures of the most ridiculous things. At least ridiculous in my eyes because I do not see the point of taking a picture of a bus stop sign that says the name of the street. At least I do not see the point of taking multiple pictures of the bus stop sign. Anyways as I was saying I was staring out of the window from my bedroom and decided to light a cigarette. The luckies without the added conservatives because in my mind I was being a healthy cigarette smoker and I most likely will not get cancer from “organic” cigarettes. I lit my cigarette with a match I found that to be more classy. It matched my personality despite what others might say but you know what F*ck them. I was 19 years old as a teenager I should still care about what people thought about me. Well truth is I do not, I am not a regular teenager I am an assassin but no one knows about this I work for a company called暗殺者(Asahin) the Japanese word for assassin. I know stupid name if you ask me but that does not matter. Asahin is a large multinational company, with its headquarters in Tokyo. I personally have never been there yet because I was recruited, well actually forced to join them here in Berlin. It was quite an unfortunate situation for me. It was about two years ago I was in the Express bus coming from my school in Zehlendorf heading towards the city center. It was just like any other day except for the fact that a car blew up further down the road. I thought I was in a movie everybody was screaming trying to get out of the bus but they could not because there was huge traffic jam. Suddenly another car blew up and another the cars were blowing up in decreasing order heading towards the bus I was sitting in. I jumped up from my seat and took the small hammer hanging above the window to break the glass door and get out of the bus. The glass broke after one powerful hit; I kicked the rest in with my foot. People were shoving me out of the bus in order to get out quickly themselves. Once I got out I started running and took out my phone dialing 112 the emergency number in Germany. I barely finished punching the digits into my phone when suddenly I heard a loud bang and the floor started shaking the force was so powerful it hit me to the ground. My ears were ringing I tried to turn my head but I was afraid of what I would see. I slowly turned my body to lay on my back and gently lifted my head. All I could see was fire and smoke the bus was barely recognizable only a huge pile of debris along with the bus the whole street looked like a battlefield. People were running in every direction. Mothers were carrying their little children to safety or sitting on the floor crying about the ones they have lost. I still heard no sirens it was painful to watch the chaos in my hometown. I was thinking it must have been ISIS the Syrian terrorist organization. I believed after the attacks in Paris they would be planning to attack us in Berlin. I have stopped watching the news since then because it really took away your will to live everything, which was on TV, was about death and celebrity gossip. Once I was able to stand up I was looking around and listening for another explosion to occur. But there was nothing to see except for fire, blood and tears. Suddenly I saw something that did not quite fit to the situation three people dressed in all black with ski masks on, were recording everything. I have watched many cop shows before I knew these were the bad guys. However I also knew not to approach them but I did anyway. I shouted at them swiftly walking towards their direction but they kept recording and did not move they did not even glance at me for a second. I was sweating more and more the closer I got to them. I was now a few meters away from them but I did not dare to get closer. I was still wondering where the police and ambulances were. The three dark figures finally looked at me one of them was significantly slimmer built and smaller than the other two. I assumed she may be a female terrorist or they were just sick freaks that enjoyed other peoples suffering. The smaller one said, “We’ve been waiting here for you Philip”. I froze how did she know my name? “Who the hell are you and how do you know my name? Did you do all this?” I asked in my most courageous voice. “You’ll find out soon enough and yes pretty cool right?” she said bluntly. I was about to throw a fit. I was freaking out inside, how could she be so calm in this entire situation. Why would she want to record it, so she can experience it again and again? Where were the damn cops? The other two black figures, which I assumed were men according to their height and build did not speak they kept recording with their phones. Then they stopped recording and nodded at the girl they started walking swiftly to a black Range Rover and opened the door. The girl was still standing in front of me just looking at me with her dark green eyes. She grabbed me by the shoulder so tightly I thought she was going to tear my entire arm off. She pulled me to the SUV and for some unknown reason I did not resist. To this day I do not know why I did not try to call for help or run. They took off their ski masks and started driving down one of the side streets. Police cars and ambulances were racing past us. The guy who was driving the black SUV was no older than me, twenty years old at most. The guy in the passenger seat was significantly older he had brownish/gray hair. I assumed he was in his late forties. No one was speaking and I dared not to break the silence I was terrified. What did they want from me? I was not even able to identify them before but now they know I know what they look like. I was a threat I bet I was going to end up in one of those videos you see on YouTube of terrorist groups beheading journalists or being burned alive. In my head I was listing all the possible ways they could kill me once they were back in Syria. We drove what felt like an eternity and nobody said a word the older man in the passenger seat turned on the radio. The radio was playing Mozart I did not know what piece, classical music was not exactly my forte. I was more into hip-hop and RnB but I was not going to ask him to change the radio station because I feared they might then kill me sooner. The girl sitting next to me was very beautiful she had long brown hair, piercing dark green eyes and a face as beautiful as the faces sculpted on statues during Ancient Greece. For a second I almost forgot she was also a terrorist but there was something about the expression on her face that made me feel sorry for her. I looked out the window we were almost in Munich. I had a disgusted look on my face I hated Bavaria and everything about it. Fat posh Germans with their trophy wives, beer and sausages. I know it sounds like a stereotype but in this case it is one hundred percent accurate. Finally we arrived at Munich airport. The girl told me to roll up my sleeves and I did she jabbed a needle into my arm. She told me this poison would kill me in about 24 hours and if I wanted to live I would have to calmly walk through security with them and not say a word. Once we board the plane she would give me the antidote. I did not even have the opportunity to reply before she dragged me out of the car and gave me my passport and my black leather backpack. I had no time to ask her how she got my stuff but I figured if she knew my name she must probably have known where I lived. I walked calmly into the airport and went to the check-in counter followed by the others. They told me their names earlier in the car well at least a name. Apparently Bob was the name of the older guy, John the name of the other guy and the girl was called Sally. Either their parents were very uncreative or hated them or they were just fake names. Either way that was unimportant. I gave the woman my passport and she confirmed my name and my seat in first class on the Atlantic Ocean flight non-stop to Tokyo. BTW If you were wondering why I haven’t mentioned my parents yet that is because they died ages ago. I was two years old or something like that. My grandparents took me in but they passed away last year. I inherited their house and since I was officially legal with 18 I did not have to go to foster care thank god. I sold their house and bought myself an apartment on the Ku’damm. It was weird that I did not feel any real attachment to the house or my grandparents it was as if they were not my real grandparents but strangers I lived with. When I looked at pictures of me with my mom and dad they seemed so distant to me but maybe because I was so young when they died.

We were on our way to the security check the line was very long and I was checking on the TV, which was playing the news, if anything about the bombings in Berlin was showing. But it was only showing the results of last nights soccer match, Hertha beat Hamburg HSV 3:0. That made me smile a bit, it is weird how something so insignificant can make me smile. I was wondering why no one had reported the incident someone must have heard it or at least saw it. I was beginning to question my mental state, was I dreaming? Was this the longest and most gruesome nightmare I cannot wake up from? Suddenly I felt someone shoving me, it was Sally, and it was my turn for the routine security check at the airport. I took off my belt, shoes and jacket and put them in the grey trays. Then I took my phone and small change out and put it in the tray as well. The security guard gave me a hand gestured and nodded meaning I could walk through the metal detector scanner. It didn’t beep, I do not know why but for someone reason I always felt a little relief, when I walked through it with the green light. I did not like the attention you get when it beeps, when everyone stares at you as if you were a caged zoo animal.