[ WP ] `` It 's surprising that the most important person in the world has so little security . '' Said the assassin to his target . `` I am here , there is no better security . '' Was the casual reply .

He set up his aim. He was ready, as he always was when a job came with such a large sum of money attached to it. The woman who had approached him was strange, he'd admit, and if it had n't been for her showcasing 500million dollars right in his face he would n't have believed her for a second. But she had, she had dangled it right in his face as she asked of him one simple request: kill the young boy standing right in line of the assassin's shot, locking his door as he stepped out his home. The boy looked harmless from the assassin's perspective on top the neighboring rooftop, sniper set up for a brute murder. Usually his jobs consisted of scoping out and murdering men in high power who liked to spend their money at high end social clubs and elite sites. Men and women who looked like they had more than murder on their hands. His jobs never really consisted of killing a kid not looking a day over his prepubescent years, straddling a book bag and coming out of house not even worth 1 % of the pay he'd be receiving for killing this boy. But he was n't above it, not 500million dollars above it. 
 He'd kill him and he'd get his compensation for the job, even if he did n't really understand why this boy's life was worth so much to the strange woman. He never really asked for backstory when he was asked to do what he was best at with rich a-holes and this time would be no different just because it was a seemingly innocent kid. There was a reason he was the best at this business: he was brutal, he never showed remorse, and he simply did n't have the emotional capacity or moral compass to care. 
 His finger was on the trigger as the boy walked down the steps, and as he was ready to take his life he made a sly comment out loud, `` it's surprising that the most important person in the world has so little security.'' 
 And okay, maybe the strange woman had n't called this boy the most important person in the world but he had to be pretty damn important if his life was worth 500million dollars for a job that took less than two seconds to get done with. It was the most money he'd ever been offered for someone so ordinary. 
 He was about to finally get it done, when the wind suddenly picked up behind him. It was so loud and gushing and strong that he was suddenly thrown off balance, stumbling on his feet as he crouched on the ground. He was compelled to turn around at the sudden gush of wind, but what he would find was beyond what he'd expected. 
 Behind him was something that looked like a man, but was definitely not so. His hair was long and his skin was radiant, almost glowing along with the sun right behind the man's head. He was tall, so much taller than the assassin, and muscular to the point that the white robe he wore almost seemed like it'd rip off with any sudden movement the man made. The most stunning part about him were his eyes, such a crystallized blue it almost looked like the assassin was looking into the ocean when he met eyes with the unknown man before him. 
 `` I am here,'' the man said, and his voice was as strong as his appearance, rumbling through the ground all the way up to the assassin's very bones, `` there is no better security.'' 
 His voice seemed to be everywhere, crawling and seeping into every little space, refusing to be ignored. 
 The assassin was in awe, and he found himself in a position he'd never been before. He found himself in a position of mercy. And there was no real reason why yet, but it was just something he knew. This would be his last day alive. 
 `` W-who a-are you?'' He stuttered. The assassin never stuttered, because he was hardly ever in a situation that made him nervous. But this was it, this was the exception. 
 `` I am a protector of this world,'' the man said, `` and you Jeremy, have been decaying your humanity and that of others for far too long.'' 
 The assassin's eyes widened. The man had used his real name, the name his mother had gifted him with when she brought him into this world. The name he'd never used since he was fifteen, his mother passed away, and he left the life he'd had up until then behind. Since then he'd always used a different name, a different alias for every client he had. How this man knew his name was just another indication that Jeremy's new life was also coming to an end. 
 `` I-'' he started, but he was cut off by the same growling voice of the man before him. 
 `` You were about to kill an innocent child for a sum of money that has no more than selfish worth to you,'' he said with indignation, `` you have done too much taking and not enough giving in your life. Only to be met by this fate.'' 
 The assassin's lips quivered as he was ready to beg for his life, repent for his sins, but before he could speak once more the man before him spoke again, voice booming to a degree that it could n't not be heard. 
 `` I am Xavier, a protector of this Earth. The boy you were about to kill is a key tool in the preservation of humanity when the war comes,'' he reached for his back and Jeremy stood frozen, and he felt something roll down his cheek. Something that reminded him of a time where his mother took her last breath in her death bed. The last time he cried, `` the woman who sent you knew this, and was using you as you have used the gift of life for nothing more than assassination. But I can not let this go on any further. This boy is much too important.'' 
 From his back Xavier released a sword with no actual blade, but instead a white burning flame that sealed Jeremy's fate as it struck him, plunging deep into chest. 
 `` Humanity is too important,'' Xavier roared as Jeremy went hot and then cold all over. It was actually the opposite of what Jeremy thought death would feel like. It was almost peaceful, painless, just as if he had combusted in thin air, his entire existence disappearing into a place where nothing was. He was just gone, like he'd been after fifteen where it seemed that life was not what it had been, his soul was not where it was supposed to be, and he drowned in the abyss of absolute nothingness.
