• Chapter 10
    Karion Jr.

    As I looked at my dad. In that hospital bed. Telling my sister and I about his story, of love, and bravery.

    "Like I said before I told you the story. I never thought I'd die this way. Never thought old age would be it."

    "Dad, don't say that." I said the tears flowing down my checks fastly.

    "Son, my time has come, Jr. I love you Karion Jr. I love your sister as well. I love your mother too. And what ever after life may hold. I know we will met and be together. As I cried for her, you will cry for me. Don't cry, but don't forget. I know memories make it sad, but keep thinking of the times you two shared with me. Just don't cry. And please don't judge me for my past."

    "I never would dad. You were an assassin, so what? You are the best dad I known. All my friends had dads they hated. Dad, please don't try to leave us now. What about my kids. They need a grandfather, as even a grown man I need a father." I said crying uncontrolable.

    "Son. Just don't cry. But remember. I love you Jr. Don't hate life for this. Don't make mistakes. Be the person I wish, and your mother wish you would be. I only have one word. And from listening to the story you know what it means...."

    "No, dad, don't use that word. Your not going."

    Then a man came in the room, "Karion." He said walking next to me. "I am Darren Kidd. I would like to thank you. I'm glad I was able to see you at you final hours. I told you we'd see each other one day."

    "My dad looked at me, and then my sister, finally Darren."Goodbye".

    There he went. His eyes closed,his stomach still, his veins no longer pumping blood. Just lying still. My sister hugged me. I hugged her back, both of us crying hard enough to flood this hospital. I looked at the old man, once an assassin, named Darren Kidd. A tear went down his check. He bid us a goodbye and a good luck. And there it was.


    As I opened the door of my house, my wife saw I was crying and knew what happened. I put my hands in my pocket and just walked away. But then I pulled something out of my pocket. A note. And it wrote.

    "Dear Karion Jr,
    This letter was wrote when you were young. You father told me to write it. He said that there was one thing he wanted you to do, after his death. You have a mission to take care of.
    He demands that you do this mission. You have no chose. What he wants you to do is, live. Live you life, with your wife, your kids. Don't waste your life with friends, family, or love, like he did for so long.
    Just live.
    You may know he said something like this today of his death. But this letter was the why you'd understand.
    This was wrote by your father. He asked me to finish it. Type it. And sneak it into your pocket on the day of his death. So now that I did my misssion for your father, go do yours.
    From your
    Friend and dad,
    Darren and Karion Sr."