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The map seemed to encompass the entire table and the little markers seemed equally overwhelming, listing locations all over the world. The map was ragged and crinkled from age and the markers were placed all over the map.
An elderly fellow was looking at the map and sighed with a ragged breath. He had a sad and somber look but at the same time there was a deep crimson fire that burned in his heart that reflected in his eyes as well. His military style hair and business casual clothes made him have the appearance of perhaps an elderly army general or sheriff. His shoulders were broad and strong and he looked as if he was cut from granite other than the wrinkles which sprinkled over his features due to the cruel weathering of nature and time. Very few people knew that he was the leader of an organization that nearly predated human history itself.
Across the other side of the table which the map rested was a pale and thin young boy. He seemed almost sickly and his dark ebony hair covered his ears and nearly went down to his eyebrows giving him the appearance of a young crow or raven. He was the older gentlemen's grandson and had often a look that resembled a whimpering pet, sharply contrasting the hardened features of the older man. He seemed as if he would break if the wind blew too hard but there was a certain fire in his eyes like his grandfather that radiated determination.
"You know one day you'll be in charge of this organization Edmond." the grandfather spoke breaking the silence.
"Soon I'll be passing the responsibility of inspiring fear, terror, and most importantly respect that this organization thrives on to you. Just like how my father passed it on to me and how his father passed it on to him."
Edmond paused for a few seconds as if fumbling with the words he intended to speak and his face formed a small frown.
"But why father? Why must we do...... this." he protested and paused at the last part.
Why must he be in charge of a confederation of bloodthirsty pirates, thieves, and assassins? Why must he be responsible for making widows out of beautiful joyous women and orphans out of pink newborns?
The elderly man's face contorted slightly into anger but he quickly calmed himself down. He was expecting this question, the question that used to trouble him also while he was a little boy.
"Because son..... think of all the noble princes that are born wealthy and never have to work a day in their life and then think about all the children in the streets who would slit your throat for a scrap of food. What do you deduce from that?"
The young man's brow furrowed in thought and then he made a careless observation that was common to youth.
"Some people are born lucky?"
The gentlemen laughed and then enunciated
"No.
It simply proves that when you cut Life down to its roots, there are two types of people in this world. Winners and Losers.
We are the balance keepers that make sure that there are not an overflow of either.
Even as we speak, we act as the hands of an angry God striking down Kings and beggars to make sure that the Winners don't always keep their title and that the Losers can overthrow them.
Don't you see Edmond? It is like chess, sometimes to win a game you have to knock over a few pawns.
We are acting quite simply as Death's agents and Life's referee.
We punish the wicked and humble the kings."
The boy attempted to absorb all of this but he quite simply rejected it.
The grandfather saw this and prodded once more
"We are like soldiers except we fight a different war.
Don't you understand Edmond, don't you understand?"
Edmond thought about this deeply and then he asked
"Why must we kill? Can't we just resolve these things with words, not blades? Why must there be winners and losers?"
The grandfather was silent and then gravely pronounced
"That is like asking how come nations fight wars and throw away lives of thousands of young men. I cannot answer that."
"I understand...." Edmond murmured but then the grandfather interrupted him.
"No, you don't. You are not old enough to appreciate what I just said. But unfortunately I am growing older and feeble and I explaining it now."
Edmond remained silent as if punctured by an icy bullet and then made one last question
"But why must I do it? Can't you get Lachesis to take charge of this? I don't want to be responsible for this!" Edmond cried and then ran to other side of the table that reeked of death to the safety of his grandfather's embrace.
Lachesis was a famous assassin in the organization and that is why the boy mentioned him.
The grandfather hugged the child and said
"Some men are born to do unpleasant jobs. Lachesis is a good assassin but in character, he is corrupt. He would abuse this power and end this organization that this family line has spent thousands of years to keep running. The exact innocence and nobility of heart that makes this responsibility repulsive to you is why you will be a great leader. We need a noble heart to lead a corporation laden with corruption and evil."
The child looked at the grandfather with watery eyes and continued with his racking sobs.
The grandfather merely looked at the cement floor and the old ragged robes that hung on the wall from his younger days as an assassin himself.
He then looked at the soft and kind child cradled in his arms and shed a silent tear.
Within years this business would probably expose this boy to every evil the world has to offer and he just prayed that it didn't seep into his heart.
But looking at the child's eyes so full of nobility and innocence, he was reassured.
This child would be the one that would be able to lead with nobility and class.
And perhaps shed the bad name of his organization during the next generation of young people.
Only time would tell.
But as he looked back to the ancient map with assassination markers he was reminded of the terrible truth that in the end it wouldn't matter if his organization had a sparkling reputation among the world.
They had only one job and that was to keep track and intervene in the universal process of winners and losers.
Winners and losers.
He knocked off one more marker off the map after getting an email indiscreetly.
Winners and losers.
An assassin roamed the streets and took the life of a noble prince who had his whole life ahead of him with a beautiful wife and mounds of riches.
Winners and losers.
A night eye kept watch of a beggar who was pleading for change and observed as he starved to death after getting beaten by arrogant teenagers.
Winners and losers.............. winners and losers.
An elderly fellow was looking at the map and sighed with a ragged breath. He had a sad and somber look but at the same time there was a deep crimson fire that burned in his heart that reflected in his eyes as well. His military style hair and business casual clothes made him have the appearance of perhaps an elderly army general or sheriff. His shoulders were broad and strong and he looked as if he was cut from granite other than the wrinkles which sprinkled over his features due to the cruel weathering of nature and time. Very few people knew that he was the leader of an organization that nearly predated human history itself.
Across the other side of the table which the map rested was a pale and thin young boy. He seemed almost sickly and his dark ebony hair covered his ears and nearly went down to his eyebrows giving him the appearance of a young crow or raven. He was the older gentlemen's grandson and had often a look that resembled a whimpering pet, sharply contrasting the hardened features of the older man. He seemed as if he would break if the wind blew too hard but there was a certain fire in his eyes like his grandfather that radiated determination.
"You know one day you'll be in charge of this organization Edmond." the grandfather spoke breaking the silence.
"Soon I'll be passing the responsibility of inspiring fear, terror, and most importantly respect that this organization thrives on to you. Just like how my father passed it on to me and how his father passed it on to him."
Edmond paused for a few seconds as if fumbling with the words he intended to speak and his face formed a small frown.
"But why father? Why must we do...... this." he protested and paused at the last part.
Why must he be in charge of a confederation of bloodthirsty pirates, thieves, and assassins? Why must he be responsible for making widows out of beautiful joyous women and orphans out of pink newborns?
The elderly man's face contorted slightly into anger but he quickly calmed himself down. He was expecting this question, the question that used to trouble him also while he was a little boy.
"Because son..... think of all the noble princes that are born wealthy and never have to work a day in their life and then think about all the children in the streets who would slit your throat for a scrap of food. What do you deduce from that?"
The young man's brow furrowed in thought and then he made a careless observation that was common to youth.
"Some people are born lucky?"
The gentlemen laughed and then enunciated
"No.
It simply proves that when you cut Life down to its roots, there are two types of people in this world. Winners and Losers.
We are the balance keepers that make sure that there are not an overflow of either.
Even as we speak, we act as the hands of an angry God striking down Kings and beggars to make sure that the Winners don't always keep their title and that the Losers can overthrow them.
Don't you see Edmond? It is like chess, sometimes to win a game you have to knock over a few pawns.
We are acting quite simply as Death's agents and Life's referee.
We punish the wicked and humble the kings."
The boy attempted to absorb all of this but he quite simply rejected it.
The grandfather saw this and prodded once more
"We are like soldiers except we fight a different war.
Don't you understand Edmond, don't you understand?"
Edmond thought about this deeply and then he asked
"Why must we kill? Can't we just resolve these things with words, not blades? Why must there be winners and losers?"
The grandfather was silent and then gravely pronounced
"That is like asking how come nations fight wars and throw away lives of thousands of young men. I cannot answer that."
"I understand...." Edmond murmured but then the grandfather interrupted him.
"No, you don't. You are not old enough to appreciate what I just said. But unfortunately I am growing older and feeble and I explaining it now."
Edmond remained silent as if punctured by an icy bullet and then made one last question
"But why must I do it? Can't you get Lachesis to take charge of this? I don't want to be responsible for this!" Edmond cried and then ran to other side of the table that reeked of death to the safety of his grandfather's embrace.
Lachesis was a famous assassin in the organization and that is why the boy mentioned him.
The grandfather hugged the child and said
"Some men are born to do unpleasant jobs. Lachesis is a good assassin but in character, he is corrupt. He would abuse this power and end this organization that this family line has spent thousands of years to keep running. The exact innocence and nobility of heart that makes this responsibility repulsive to you is why you will be a great leader. We need a noble heart to lead a corporation laden with corruption and evil."
The child looked at the grandfather with watery eyes and continued with his racking sobs.
The grandfather merely looked at the cement floor and the old ragged robes that hung on the wall from his younger days as an assassin himself.
He then looked at the soft and kind child cradled in his arms and shed a silent tear.
Within years this business would probably expose this boy to every evil the world has to offer and he just prayed that it didn't seep into his heart.
But looking at the child's eyes so full of nobility and innocence, he was reassured.
This child would be the one that would be able to lead with nobility and class.
And perhaps shed the bad name of his organization during the next generation of young people.
Only time would tell.
But as he looked back to the ancient map with assassination markers he was reminded of the terrible truth that in the end it wouldn't matter if his organization had a sparkling reputation among the world.
They had only one job and that was to keep track and intervene in the universal process of winners and losers.
Winners and losers.
He knocked off one more marker off the map after getting an email indiscreetly.
Winners and losers.
An assassin roamed the streets and took the life of a noble prince who had his whole life ahead of him with a beautiful wife and mounds of riches.
Winners and losers.
A night eye kept watch of a beggar who was pleading for change and observed as he starved to death after getting beaten by arrogant teenagers.
Winners and losers.............. winners and losers.