It’s been a while since I’ve posted a chapter, but I can promise that starting Saturday, I’ll start posting more regularly. 

So here we are! to make up for

 it, here’s chapter’s 4 and 5!!! 


Okay, now it’s chapter 4!


I wake up to a loud crash outside. I run to the nearest window to see what’s up. I see a tall skinny guy who seems to be practising how to make things fall over. It looks like he’s training to take on an army of ceramic gnomes and brooms with a pole. He notices me watching and waves, I wave back. He then disappears inside.

A few minutes later I hear a knock at my door, I race downstairs and answer it.

It was the kid from next door. “Hey there, I’m Tim. Do you live here?”

“Yeah, I guess I do.” I respond, “Why were you hitting things with a pole at 6 am on a Monday?”

“I like to start the day with a workout, kinda” he laughs. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Aaron.”

“Cool, will I see you at school?” Tim asks.

“Well no… I hadn’t actually thought of that.”

“Didn’t your parents enrol you?”

“No, they actually have been dead for many, many years.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry…” Tim appears to be shocked, “Well you’re the first orphan I’ve ever met… that’s kinda cool.”

“I’m glad the death of my family is amusing to you.”

“I’m sorry man, I didn’t mean your lack of family was cool, I mean that, you don’t seem all that disturbed. Which is cool. Why don’t you come to school with me today and we’ll see about getting you enrolled?”

I really had no interest in going to school. But I have no interest in being an assassin either, so I went with him.

 The next week was pretty uneventful, so I’ll just skip it… Actually, I wrote Jane a letter, I’ll just put that here…

 Hey Jane! It’s Aaron! I’m sending you this letter from my new house! Which is just awesome! My parents are still dead, which is less awesome, but they left me a lot of nice stuff! Also, made a new friend, his name is Tim. He’s cool! He helped me enrol at his school, I’ve been there a week now!

I had a job for about an hour and a half! Tim’s mom works at a law firm, I worked there until I punched a guy they were defending.

Anyway, Kayville is nice! People are cool, and I’ll write again next week.



I think that’s all. Yeah that’ll do anyway.

Let’s make this a short chapter, yeah?



Chapter 4 is now completed.


Initiating chapter 5.


Monday morning, time for school. it’s only a short walk from my place. Tim’s waiting for me out the front, like every other day last week.

“Morning!” he shouts from the other side of the driveway.

“And a good morning to you Timothy!” I say doing my best impression of sir Ian McKellen.

He responds with an impression of Patrick Stewart, “Shall we begin our journey?”

“Yes, we shall.” I got bored of the impression.

The last week has been great. I’d forgotten all about my parents and Dwight, I finally feel like a normal, everyday guy. Complete with friends and a job. Well, formerly had a job, anyway.

“Hey, Aaron. Why do they call it ‘Red Bull’ when the liquid inside the Blue can is Yellow? Why not call it ‘Yellow Bull’?”

“Good question, we should ask some of the higher powers to change it.”

We had a few conversations like that… I promise we’re not weird. Well maybe a little, but who the hell cares.

We arrived at school a little late, because I like sleep. So, we more or less ran straight to the first class. And the rest of the morning was pretty uneventful… until Lunch.

Tim and I came out of class and walked into the cafeteria.

“Hey Guys! Over here!” yelled a short bespectacled gentleman, a few tables over. “I scored us a sweet table!”

“What makes this table any different to any other table, Ryan?” Tim asked.

“I can clearly see Becca D’Angelo from here.” Ryan says with a huge grin on his face.

Ryan Davis was a little odd… His only desire in life is to sit at the opposite end of the room to a girl he’s never said a word too.

“So why not go over and talk to her?” I ask, taking a seat.

“What, are you kidding?” Ryan says, turning a shade of red, “She’d annihilate me.”

“That’s why you should go over.” Tim says. “I’d love to see you as a puddle under a cheerleader’s shoe.”

“Stop picking on Ryan. He’s not as smart as you guys are, he doesn’t always understand what you’re saying.” Says the young girl walking over to the table.

“Thanks, Stace. I guess?” Ryan sarcastically says.

“No problem, Bro!” Stacey replies.

Stacey was Ryan’s Twin sister, but the only thing they have in common is their birthday. Stacey is nearly as tall as I am and loves sports and outdoorsy stuff. Ryan recently spent 48 hours straight playing online League of Legends. Nuff said…

We sat and talked for a few minutes, then a little, pale, blonde girl silently took a seat next to Ryan.

“Oh hey! How was class?” I ask.

“It was good.” She mousily replies

Alexia Williams was a quiet girl; she’s barely said four words a day to me since I’ve been here.

“You know, one of these days I’ll get you to a full conversation.” I say.

“Don’t take it personally, Aaron. Alex was always the silent type.” Tim says.

“Alex… I don’t like that.” I say. “I mean, I get your name is Alexia, and the shorter of that is Alex, but to me you just look more like an ‘Ally’. What do you say?”

“Ally?” she says, a little louder. “I like it.” She smiles slightly.

Tim starts talking but I stopped listening because I saw the singular most beautiful girl on the entirety of earth walk through the door. She was perfect… She was more than perfect. She looked like what would happen if Perfect had a baby with Amazing. She was the type of girl who walked into a room and everything slowed down and Love Ballads from the 80’s started playing. I was instantly captivated.

“Hey, Tim. I don’t want you to think that I wasn’t listening to you… but I wasn’t listening. And who’s that?”

“Her?” Tim asks pointing in her direction.

“Don’t make it obvious that I’m talking about her.” I snap.

“Okaaaaay.” Tim says. “Her name’s Chloe. Chloe Miller… Beauty and Brains rolled into a Christmas package, and she is also, completely out of your league.”

“Woah, who says I’m interested.” I scoff.

Stacey joins in on the chat. “Well your eyes haven’t moved from her since she walked in.”

Ryan also felt the need to get a word in. “There’s the ‘Run away with me, Chloe!” look in your eyes.”

“You know, she’s a friend of mine, I could ask her to come over?” Stacey says. “I’m sure she’d love to meet you!” she adds.

“Well… I mean, if you want too, I’m open to it.”

Stacey stands up and yells across the room. “Hey, Miller! Come over here and meet my new friend Aaron!”  

“Could you have yelled a little louder Stace?” Ryan says.

“As a matter of fact, I could have.” Stacey grins. “Chloe, this is Aaron. Aaron, this is Chloe.”

I spring out of my seat

“Hey, I’m Aaron. Nice to meet you, my names Aaron.”

“Yeah, I heard.” She smiles and giggles.

“I said my name too many times, didn’t I?”

“Not at all!” She grins “Now I definitely won’t forget it.”

“I hope you don’t.” I smile back like a moron.

“So, you’re new here?” Chloe asks.

“No, I’ve been here a week. So not as new as you’d expect, but new enough to have never seen you before.”

“Yeah, my family went on a little trip and we just got back. It’s totally boring.”

“I’d love to hear a bit more about it if you wanted to maybe…”

Before I could actually ask her on a date I was interrupted. “Hey! Who’s this?” Says a voice from behind me.  

“Cody, this is Aaron. He’s new here!”

“Aaron! Nice to meet you buddy.” Says the walking letterman jacket with a bad haircut whose name is apparently Cody. “I’m Cody.” More like ‘Toady’… “I trust you’re having a good time talking to my Girlfriend?”

“Chloe’s your girlfriend?” I ask

“Yeah,” Chloe responds, “We’ve been dating about a month.” She smiles.

“Well if a great girl like Chloe thinks you’re okay, that makes you my friend.” I reluctantly hold out my hand and he shakes it firmly. A little too firmly.

“Well I guess I’ll see you around, chief.” He says, trying to assert his dominance by squeezing my hand a little.

“I’m gonna need that hand back, Cody.” I say, pulling my hand away.

He laughs a little, “Hey, babe… I think Tammy was looking for you.”

“Oh, right! I’d better go!” she kisses him on the cheek and leaves. “Nice to meet you, Aaron.” She says, looking back over her shoulder and then vanishing into the crowd. Leaving me with this dick.

“Okay, here’s the deal. I’m a reasonable guy.” He waves to someone I can’t quite see. “If you play by the rules, I’m a delight! If you don’t…” Suddenly a muscular, giant guy stands behind Cody. “I get my buddy Jason here to make sure you don’t every think about breaking my rules again. Okay?” he sneers.

“And what are the rules?” I ask, standing my ground when the behemoth stalks around to behind me.

“Rule one. Don’t touch what’s mine. And that…” he points to Chloe. “Is mine. Be friendly, that’s fine. But if I hear you about to ask her out again, I’ll get Jason to show you why they all call him ‘Tank’. Okay buddy, that clear?” Cody says reaching up to tap me on the head.

I grab his hand and fling it off me, then the ogre behind me grabs my arm and spins me around to face him. “He’s my friend. You got a problem with him, you got a problem with me.” He says before punching me in the stomach and throwing me onto the chair.

“I think that went well.” Tim says, as Cody and Tank leave.

“So, you’ve met my brother…” Ally speaks.

“Cody? Yeah, he’s great. He’s got a real Deniro thing going on there.” I reply.

“He’s a jerk.” Ally sharply responds. “He’s tormented me my entire life.” She adds.

“Well, I think he’s just got a new target for his hostility,” Tim chirps. “Aaron, here!”

Tim’s right. I better keep my distance for the foreseeable future. Haha yeah right. Have you met me? Let’s fast forward to later today.

It’s about 3:15 in the afternoon, the gang is all talking, laughing. And who should walk past, but Chloe Miller.

“Hey, Chloe! It’s Aaron.” I say awkwardly pushing past Ryan, who won’t get the hell out of my way. “Remember me, it’s Aaron!”

“Yes,” she giggles. “You made quite the impression.”

“Speaking of impressions… do you like comedy?” I awkwardly transition.

“I do in fact. Why’s that?” Chloe asks.

“Well there’s this comedy festival thing coming through and I wanted to know if I could take you?”

“You know I have a boyfriend, right? He won’t like you asking me out.” Chloe stoically states.

I grin from ear to ear. “I’m counting on it.” Cody comes traipsing around the corner.

“What are we talking of?” he stupidly asks, being stupid.

Tim smiles, “Oh, Aaron just asked Chloe to this comedy thing, and struck out…”

“Is that right?” Cody smiles despite the rest of his face looking like he’s going to vomit. “Guys, I need to have a word with Aaron. Please leave.” Chloe leaves, the rest stay.

“You don’t own these people Cody. They’re free to stay.” I stand my ground.

Ryan suddenly feels the need to speak. “Actually, I’d like to leave. I’ll see you guys at Aaron’s hospital bed.” He then bolts away.

“You were warned, new guy. Chloe’s my girl. And I protect what’s mine.” Cody attempts to use his five feet of height to intimidate me.

“And I protect myself.” I add, grinning.

“You think you’re some hero, don’t you? You think you’re gonna win and Chloe will choose you. Well I got news for you, she’d never choose you. Even if you were the last man on earth.”

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to prove you wrong.” I say, still grinning.

“Stop smiling!” he screams. “You arrogant tool!”

“Or what?” I grin even larger, “You’ll get your friend Jason to kick my ass?”

“Yes, I thought I made that abundantly clear this morning?” Cody says, as Tank appears from around the corner. “Kill him.” Cody says.

Tank advances on me. “I’ll make you eat your own teeth, Orphan.”

“You’re not gonna hit me.” I say, “I’ve known guys like you… they’re all talk, but when it comes to standing up, they can’t. So…”

Before I can finish my sentence, Tank’s fist contacts my face. “Who’s talking now?” he scoffs. Throwing a few more punches at my stomach and chest, before once again returning to my face.

I can hear Cody laughing.

I stand and throw my fist at Tank, who brushes it away, like a fly, and hits me a few more times.

Cody’s still laughing, a few more people have gathered around. I stand and hit Tank right in the mouth… and break my hand. He then turns savage and kicks my ass into a tree.

I black out after about 5 more punches.

And chapter 5 also blacks out.






































Yup, still unconscious…



There ya go, Aceholes! 

Hope you enjoyed it! See you all on SDAA SATURDAY! 

Peace out homies!



Okay guys, here it is! Chapter 3!

This may be the last one i post for a while…

Here it is!

The aforementioned, Chapter 3!  


The next morning, I jumped a bus and headed straight to Kayville! Well technically I took bus to a Davistown and then another to Kayville, because there was no direct bus line, but you know how busses work. 

I wandered around for a few minutes. Actually, it was more like an hour, and I got lost, which is ridiculous in a town that’s about 5 feet wide. P.s that’s an exaggeration…

Kayville was not like anything I’d ever seen before. Up until this point in my life, I’d only seen the inside of a creepy mausoleum and the surrounding sections of the city… but Kayville, Kayville was green, peaceful. It was a little too easy to get lost. The roads stretched out and spread apart like branches from a tree, but not a dead, ‘Bleakmore’ tree. A real tree. One like the kind that decorate the roadsides in between the tiny brick and wood houses that sit on seas of grass. Simples lives for simple people… I think I’m gonna like it here.

I end up wandering for a bit longer, lost in the atmosphere of the town, until someone taps me on the shoulder. 

the face I see when I turn around is literally the last thing I expect. 

a tall, thin but muscular frame, dark slicked hair, a leather jacket over a white button-up shirt, and a scar across his right eye which was also pale blue. Oh, and the other one was green. 

I can’t help but jump a little.

“Sorry man, you just startled me a little.” I say, trying to act like it’s not his face that creeped me out.

“It’s okay, kid. I have that effect on a lot of people.” You know how when some people talk, their voice doesn’t match their face, like a big guy with a little squeaky voice? Yeah well. This was not one of those occasions, his voice matched his appearance perfectly. It was just as startling and creepy as he was. All deep and husky. “Are you lost?” He adds. 


“No, not at all! Just taking in the scenery.” I reply, hoping I don’t end up in a van somewhere.

“Relax, kid. I’m not gonna hurt you. My names Dwight Collins, what’s yours?”

“Aaron.” I respond sharply.

“Okay, Aaron. Why don’t you tell me where you’re trying to go, and I’ll see if I can get you there?” 


“Okay, sure.” Okay in retrospect, not my smartest move, but it was cold, and I was tired and thirsty. “I’m heading for 12 Morlow street.”

He appears to be struck speechless, but I get proved wrong when he speaks. “And what’s waiting for you there?”

“I honestly have no idea.”

“Nothing’s been in that house for years, I knew the people who lived there. They died about 16 years ago… actually, now that I think about it, they died 15 years ago tomorrow.”

My parents only lived for about 3 days after I turned one! Shocking, right!

“You knew them?” I asked, with my jaw wide open.

“Yeah, Jim and Claire Curtis, they were good people, Jim and my dad were close, we were all in the same line of work.” He says, clearly remembering my parents. “Such a shame they were killed. I really liked them.”

“Can you tell me more about them?” I ask, almost in tears like a moron.

“Sure kid, but first, who were they to you?”

“They were my parents.” I say, looking up at him.

“Well then, I guess we have a lot to talk about, Aaron. Jump in the car, I’ll drive you to your house and tell you about your folks.”

He points to the single coolest car I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Is that a Chevy?” I ask, practically drooling.

“Yeah, 1970 Chevelle. Cost me more than I’d care to admit… Hop in.”

After I stop swooning, I climb inside the passenger seat of the black and silver beast.

“I just gotta make a quick pit stop, and then I’ll get you home.” Dwight says.


I don’t know what it was about Dwight. He was a nice enough guy, but he wasn’t the poster of kindness, he was more like the poster of a 90’s Bond Villain. He seemed cool, but other than the first 5 minutes, he didn’t really talk much.

“This car is so cool!” I swoon a bit more.

“Yeah.” Dwight replies.

See what I mean, he’s practically a mute. 

After about 5 minutes of driving, he stops out the front of a little brick building.

“Wait here, I’ll be a minute at most.”

He exits the car and approaches the building, before he gets to the door, a short fat man in a suit rushes out and hands him a briefcase and scurries back inside a moment later. Dwight comes back to the car and throws the case in the trunk before getting back in and taking off again.


“What was that about?” I ask.

“Just work stuff.” He relies pretty sharply.

“Cool.” Several awkward second follow. “So, I gotta ask, what’s with the scar?”

“Oh, this?” he says, pointing to his eye. “It’s just an accident, a little fight with my brother got out of hand.”

“And he cut your eye out?”

Dwight nods.

Suddenly Jane’s spy theory doesn’t seem so farfetched. I mean, Dwight said himself, his father and my parents were ‘All in the same line of work’. Then he picks up a mysterious case and calls it ‘work stuff’. Also, he looks like a total spy.

“Dwight, are you a spy?” I ask.

He looks at me strangely and bursts into laughter. “What on Earth would make you ask that?”

“So that’s a no?”

“Yeah, Aaron… That’s a no.” Dwight continues to laugh and comment on how ridiculous the idea of him as a spy is. Then he pulls over and tells me, “There’s your new home, Aaron. Well, technically it’s your old home, but it’s…”

“It’s perfect.” I say, in awe of the apparent simplicity of my home. “It’s just how I pictured… right down to the red door.”

“Aaron, come on. I’ll grab your stuff, you explore.”

It looks just like any other house, but to me it’s a palace. I’m just about to put the key my parents gave me in the door and Dwight stops me with his batman growl.

“Aaron, before you go in. I promised you some stories about your parents, and I’d like to deliver on that, if you’ll let me.”

“Oh, sure! Did you want to come inside?” I ask.

“I won’t take that long, you see. Your parents didn’t just work with my father, they worked for him… And the job was very difficult but twice as rewarding.”

“What was the job.” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t say CIA and prove Jane right…

“Well, every day, people would call my father, or the company, with problems. My father would take the names of the people who caused these problems and handed those names to people like your parents, whose job it was to make sure they stopped causing problems. Doing that meant the person who called paid a sum of money that was agreed upon earlier, some would go to whoever carried out the job and some went to my father.”

“Wait, back up… Are you telling me my parents were hired guns?”

“Well the actual term is Assassin, but yeah… They were. They were also the best, besides my father. Your father was the physically strongest assassin in recorded history, he could over power at least 8 fully grown men. Your mother had the greatest analytical and creative mind, her resourcefulness led to her eventually leading her own team.”

“How did they die?”

“They pissed off another assassin. One who took advantage of your birth as a distraction and then killed them. We looked for you for months, but we never found you, they’d already sent you away.”

“Why did you look for me?”

“Aaron, your parents were like family to me. That makes you my family as well. I wanted to raise you, give you a home and a family, but for whatever reason, your parents made other plans.”

I stop and take a seat on the grass, my mind still reeling from everything I’ve learned… “Could you leave me alone now?” I ask, hoping by the time i look up, Dwight is leaving. 

“I understand that this is a lot to take in, but you have to understand… after 15 years of not knowing what happened to you, I run right into you, searching for answers, answers I have… I want to help you, Aaron… Let me offer you a job.” He says, extending his hand to me, and pulling me to my feet. 

“Killing people?”

“No, you’d be making burgers for the staff.”

“Really?” I ask.

“No… you’d be trained, made stronger.” Dwight says, with a slight grin. 

“So, I could kill people.”

“It’s a job.”

“Thanks for the offer, Dwight. But I’m no killer. Now please leave me to my extremely complicated life!”

Dwight starts to leave, but pauses for a moment. “Aaron, what do you know about Adam and Eve?” He asks.

“The Bible story?”


“They lived in the garden of Eden together, God said don’t eat these apples, they didn’t listen. God got pissed, and threw them out.”

“An accurate, if slightly rudimentary summary. But you see, our society was founded on the belief that God’s gotten a bit lazy. Drug dealers, Rapists, Criminals, all living in Eden. So, we took it upon ourselves to pick up the slack.”

“To the highest bidder. I’m sorry, Dwight. But that all sounds like a load of rich, thick, creamy bullshit.”

“You sound just like your father, so I’ll tell you what my father told him. What we do is the only true way to make a difference in this world, we’re not senselessly murdering innocent people… we’re removing a small amount of societies less necessary filth. I’ll give you some time to think. Here’s my card…Take care, Aaron.”

And after that he leaves. Well on the bright side, I’ve been in town less than 3 hours and I’ve got a possible career… So, that’s something, I guess.

After all that’s happened the last few days, I couldn’t handle any more answers. I put the remaining ‘gifts’ from my parents in a drawer and put them out of my mind, and wandered through the house. Everything was covered in dust, a few pictures of my parents, a couch, a TV… not much else, clearly their lives weren’t extravagant. I climb the stairs and see their bedroom.

The house wasn’t fancy, their clothes weren’t outstanding, even their car was normal… who’d believe they were assassins. I fall on their bed and drift away to sleep.

Ending chapter 3. Wait am I on 3 or 4. Let me check. 


Yep Chapter 3. Well it’s over now. PEACE!\\


Okay Guys! I hope you enjoyed Chapter 3!

As I said earlier, i might not post anymore than this, I never intended to post anymore than the first 3.

But hey! If you’re liking it and want more let me know! if enough people want it back, i’ll reconsider.



Controversial topic number 1: who’s the best Robin?

So. There have been about as many Robin’s as there are Spiderman movies.

Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake again, Damian Wayne, Carrie Kelly…..

But who is the best? Tough question!

And yes, there is a right answer. Here it is.

First lets introduce and eliminate some Robins.

imageDick Grayson was the first and most famous Robin of all. But is he the best? He certainly made the yellow ‘R’ and red and green tights famous, but his fame and skill didn’t reach it’s peak until he broke from the bat and became Nightwing! So he’s out!

imageJason Todd was only Robin for a short time before being beaten to death by the Joker with a crowbar and left to die in a bomb blast. Although he eventually came back as Red Hood, his time as Robin was ended quickly. So he’s out!

imageCarrie Kelly was the Robin in Frank Miller’s gritty Epic The Dark Knight Returns. She’s certainly got some certificates in badassery, however she’s not technically in the main universe so she’s out. But it’d be a shame not to mention her.

imageNext is Stephanie Brown. She was really only ‘Robin’ for a few issues, the rest of the time she was starting gang wars as spoiler and breaking them up to earn Batman’s trust. Then she died. So she’s out.

imageNext is Damian Wayne. He’s out. Hate him. He’s alright as a concept, and the development with him and Dick as Batman is interesting but he is literally the worst.

imageWhich leaves the one and only Tim Drake. He is legitimately the best Robin. He trained with Alfred, Nightwing and Bruce, his detective skills are the best of any Robin, he made the classic Bo-staff famous, he was the first Robin to have a solo title as a hero in his own right, not just a sidekick. And also he had the best costume! So Tim is king. Don’t think so, I’ll fight you.


So that’s that! Hopefully you agree!  It’s all matter of my opinion, of course!

Now here’s a funny picture.


Peace out Homies!