Silent Assassin

Huang Zitao * 19 * Asexual * Claw Retraction When darkness fell upon the Earth and the human race fought against each other, he who opposed fell too. Oppressed, he had no choice but to become one of them. An experiment, the perfect killing machine; the silent assassin. Now on the run from the government, this cold blooded killer lives by his own rules. Friend of Foe? Decision's up to you. ||Just an rp account, not the real Tao. Closed rp, and contains 18+ material.||

[livingintheillusionofreality]

Breaking the Mentality || Ryeowook and Tao ||

Ryeowook was taking a break. He leaned against a wall and stretched his muscles a bit. Oh, how he missed his suits, and all of his nice clothes but this would have to do for quite some time. He closed his eyes, mentally running through all the names. He adjusted his hoodie and stood up. “Alright. Time to get to work!” he exclaimed, to himself. He stretched his fingers and in mere moments, created an illusion. He had a preference to Alice in Wonderland as a child, so most of his illusions were Wonderland-esque in nature.

He quickly removed the illusion, hearing footsteps. Ryeowook looked around, his thoughts hoping that it wasn’t someone he had to catch. He looked up and smirked slightly seeing a familiar tall figure. When was the last time he saw him? Two, three years ago?

Tao. The precious silent assassin at the top of his list.

His ability just annoyed him to end. Not many could easily escape Ryeowook’s elaborate illusions and Taemin was one of those people who could. His eyes narrowed. “Well, well well…TaoTao~” he said, smiling sweetly at the younger boy. “Been a while, hasn’t it?’ he asked.

[taodbd]

He he made sure the coast was clear before he headed out again. Taking that night to rest definitely did him well, the wounds he sustained from the day before completely healed over. His ankle was a little worse for wear still however, his slight healing ability only able to take care of the cuts and bruises over night. He needed more time before his ankle was good to go again, he thought, and he only hoped he wasn't going to run into anyone to hinder that. 

He walked carefully through the shadows the buildings casted, trying to avoid being seen. Maybe he should have just stayed where he was for another night.

Hearing a familiar voice, and nickname, one he hadn't been called in years, he froze.

"Ryeowook." His eyes narrowed, and he frowned. He knew exactly what he wanted, and Zitao wasn't in the mood for it.

[taodbd]

Escape || Self

Their perfect human, what a joke. He was far from perfect, he thought. Settled against the wall in a dark alley way, he sighed. 

He clutched at his arm, blood oozing from one of the bullet wounds he obtained before he had lost them. He pressed as much pressure to it as he could, hoping it would help slow the bleeding, if only a little. 

His breathing was heavy, his vision blurry. How long had he been running for? He couldn't remember. Two, three days maybe? Either way, he had finally lost the people that created him, and for some reason, it put him at ease.

He wandered the streets, the night's sky hiding everything. It was perfect, he thought to himself, walking through the empty streets. To anyone else, a sight like this would be eerie, but to him, it was peaceful. Zitao never liked groups of people, even before he had been taken captive so many years ago by the Korean government.

He needed time to let his body rest, and for his wounds to heal over before he made his next move. If he wanted to continue out running the government, he was going to need to find somewhere to rest for the night; his body would be healed by dawn.

Entering an abandoned building, he let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't much, and there wasn't any beds for him to sleep on, but it would due. He could make a spot for himself on the floor for the night.

He wasn't sure when it happened, but he must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew, the sun was shining through one of the broken windows. 

"Time to move." He said to himself, taking a moment to regain himself, before getting up and gathering his stuff. 

Today was the day he would make a new life for himself. He was no longer the government's killing machine. He was the silent assassin, tracking government officials. A cold blooded killer who would stop at nothing, eliminating all who got in his way. 

[fan-qins]

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