There will only be one chapter to this story, I'm telling you now. What you read below is all. I just want opinions. I want to try to get it published once I finish, so I need to know if it's good or bad or what right from the start. The whole story is from the point of view of Kerasin Fronore, ace assassin. Warning you now, this is not a very child friendly story. It is also incomplete. This is not the whole story (which is about 37 pages and still growing) but this is all I will be posting here(Thanks to HaVIC for bringing this note I left out to my attention.) Have a nice day ^_^

It was quiet.

"Too quiet," I whispered, grinning, a click ensuing as I finished loading my gun. My name is Kerasin, Kerasin Fronore, but everyone knows me as The Chaos Wolf. I'm an assassin, one of the best. You'll find my face on wanted posters all over Earth, and a few colonies on Mars. It's not unknown to any other planet either, even Heircron, my own home-planet. My target was the wealthy owner of a chain of hover and spacecrafts. The guy who hired me, his son, was one of my best clients, and paying me especially well for this kill. He even handed off to me a map of the mansion. I pushed the door in front of me open slowly and quietly. There lay the lucky man, fast asleep in front of me.

"Oh now this is no fun…" I whispered. My gun clicked again as I prepared to fire. The man jerked awake. His eyes widened as I grinned and removed my sunglasses, revealing my gold colored eyes.

"Much better." I pulled the trigger. The man's face froze in terror, wide eyed open mouth position, a tiny red dot sitting in the middle of his forehead. I lowered my gun to my side as, moments later, a black light swarmed to cover the man like flies to a carcass, which was more than he would be in a moment. A short pause later and I raised my free hand up to my eyes. Behind them I could sense a flash of light, and heard the familiar sound of an explosion. My hand shot into the air as a gleam of light shot towards me. My bullet, it always flew into the air after a kill. I couldn't afford to leave anything behind, not even a body. Comforted that there was no trace of the statistic left except for his blood covered sheets, I slipped back on my shades and walked out of the room, an alarm blaring in my ears. It must have activated during the explosion. I didn't worry though, this was common procedure. I just calmly opened a vest pocket and removed my knife, flicking it open in the process. My bullets were reserved for my victims only, not cops. Just inside the front door, I paused and listened.

"This is the police! Come out with your hands up!"

Another grin danced across my face. The Venucops, best crime fighters in the league. I loved a challenge. I put my hand on the doors and threw them open, slamming them into the mansion walls.

"The Chaos Wolf…" a few of the cops whispered. I smirked and began to walk down the steps towards them, knife in hand. My boots quietly clicked with each step on the cement stairs. I could clearly see the guns in the hands of the cops trembling.

"Don't…Don't take another step!" one of the braver, and stupider cops yelled as I reached the last step. I laughed, one good solid laugh, and stepped onto the ground. The cop fired at me. Almost in slow motion, I watched the bullet zoom towards me. Right before it hit me, I ran. The cops looked around for me, wondering where I had gone to.

"How the hell?!" one cop announced. "No one can move that fast!" His eyes widened as I wrapped my arm around his neck and thrust my knife into his chest.

"The Chaos Wolf does," I whispered as I pulled the knife out of him. He slipped from the headlock to the ground. The massacre that followed was not unlike any other I've been in. A mix of bullets and metal illuminated the gardens of the mansion in the slowly rising sunlight. More cops died from their own bullets than from my knife, just like them to take some of the fun out of it. Once, a cop succeeded in knocking my knife out of my hands. Everything stopped as the cop pointed his gun at my throat. I just smiled at him, and in one movement I kicked a gun from a dead cop, sending it into the air, caught it, pointed and fired. I was able to safely retrieve my knife and continue the string of death. In the end I got out without a scratch, removing my knife from the back of one last cop.

"Well, that was easy. Time for J.R. to pay up." I headed towards the hanger where my spacecraft, my trusty CX129, waited. The old boss had supplied me with the best craft in space travel (I had always been his favorite, being the youngest and only girl.) A new make whenever one came out…until I was hired by the rest of the guys to kill him. I went a bit mad after that. I was on my own, but I got to keep every bit of my own money. Every cent was saved since I first started getting paid at 15. The pay was good; everyone wanted an assassin those days. And everyone knew that Chaos Wolf was the number one assassin to go to when you wanted a job done quick and easy. No matter what, I couldn't be caught despite my uniqueness. No one lives to tell what I look like, and few ever see my eyes. Being a 'Cronian kid, I'm different. I'm faster than the normal earthman, and have you ever seen someone with gold eyes?

Finally, I reached the hanger where my home away from hell waited. It was big enough to supply me and me alone. Five others just like it waited for their owners in the hanger. Mine already had an occupant, specifically J.R., an aristocratic young man and my best client.

"The deed is done?" he asked. I nodded. "Your old man's no more than blood on sheets." J.R. grinned at me.

"Wonderful. I knew you wouldn't let me down, my…lovely Kera…"

He put his hand under my chin and leaned forward to kiss me. Just as with the bullet, I stepped aside. When he realized I wasn't where he was, I was already programming the next location into my database.

"You'll change your mind eventually wolfling. Allow me to treat you to a meal first." But I knew he had something else on his mind. Men.

"A few words of advice J.R."

"Hmm?"

"Pay up, get out."

"Is that final?"

"It's final."

He hmphed and tossed a credit disk my way. Not looking back I reached out and caught it. As I pocketed it, I heard the door of my ship open, then slide shut. Checking back to make sure that he was gone, I scanned the credits into my own personal disk. Half a million, just as he promised. J.R. never was cheap. I guess he thought his prices would get him somewhere with me, like his room, but to me they were nothing more than another day's work. I tossed the empty disk into my disposer and got the hell out of there. Once out in space, I was safe. No laws to follow, no police after my head on a platter. That was when I finally removed my shades and rested them on the dash in front of me. As the spacecraft drifted, I began to think about everything that I had gone through, about who I was. I usually did.

Heircron, my home planet, was settled by earthmen years ago. It's mainly a planet for scientific study, not vacationing or anything. My "parents" studied genealogy, and I was their creation, which is why I have gold eyes. I have no real parents, and I'd always felt a sort of hatred towards those who claimed to be my own. I wasn't meant to exist, I had no reason. I guess that hatred and feeling was why I made such a good assassin. After my seventh "creation day" as I called it, for I was never really born, my scientists were killed and I kidnapped by a group of assassins. They were cruel to me, and I got a scar or two from fighting them off. It was their boss, and a dear friend, who saved me. The boss was impressed with my willingness to succeed and my attitude towards life and emotions. He took me in to train me. In my eyes (the genetically enhanced gold ones), assassination was more fun and games than a job, and a decent trade as well. Better than being a science experiment. It wasn't long before I had become one of the best Black Leather Assassins around: too fast to get caught, too smart to give up.

When I hit fifteen, the boss finally said I was good enough to work. He gave me everything that made me one of them: a gun, a ship, and a codename. Chaos Wolf. Even remaining BLA fear the name. I could go after them some day.

Once Earth was out of sight, I sighed and leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes. I drifted off into sleep reveling in my hatred towards life. A few minutes later, a beeping sound from my dash brought me back into consciousness. My screen showed an incoming meteor field.

"Aw damn it…"

I've had practice going through mine fields; it was part of our training; but I had never really encountered a meteor field. They're more random with the placements, while mine fields are like squares. Both have "roamers," the occasional out-of-whack meteor or mine that flies around with no place to go. I was decent anyway as I navigated through the small meteors. However, as I was just about through, a roamer shot out in front of me. I was forced to do a sharp turn to avoid getting blasted out of space, and everything that wasn't fastened closed or down spilled over. As I pulled out, something I hadn't expected fell out of place.

"Yahh!"

Someone, a guy I'd never seen before, fell out from his hiding spot which had been behind my couch. I jumped up from my seat, grabbed my falling gun from the air and aimed right at him.

"Who are you?!" I basically shouted at him. He pushed himself up off the ground, my gun never leaving his head point blank. As he stood, his hand slowly raised into the air. He was surprisingly calm for a man with a death-wish.

"Corin Graves, military pilot and captain."

Corin looked to be twenty-seven at my guess. He stood about 5'9 and had rather messy blond hair, but smooth at the same time. His green eyes…his eyes startled me; they were the same as a cat's. I froze for a moment, and I think I startled him. I didn't have my shades on. That's when I remembered, I had to kill him.

"No you don't."

Again, I paused.

"I don't what?" The hand with the gun lowered down to my hip as I stood in confusion.

"Have to kill me."

This whole thing combined in my mind. A grin tripped across my face.

"You're half Sarian."

Corin nodded.

"Mother's side."

The Sarian are one of the few human-like alien races. Like earthmen, they walk on two legs and have the same features. However, each and every Sarian has some sort of animal feature. When I had gone there to take care of some of my business, I saw a dog tail here, mouse ears there, even a mother with her baby in a kangaroo-like pouch. I almost got caught there. Fifty percent of the population has the ability to read minds. One other difference between earthmen and the inhabitants of Sariathe is all the Sarians are as bald as an apple. That's how I figured Corin was only half.

"I had never expected to come face to face with the legendary Chaos Wolf," he said, all too calmly. I didn't like how calm he was. I laughed.

"I'm no legend…"

"Not yet." He finished my sentence. "Forgive me for being on your ship. CX129s are rare crafts, and I saw yours was rather new. I hid when that J.R. person came in."

Oh yeah. I still had to kill him. Again, I raised my gun.

"Apology not accepted."

"Who do you take jobs from?" he asked me, talking quickly. I didn't lower my gun this time. No excuses.

"Anyone who will pay me," I answered. Corin lowered his hands, but I didn't move.

"What if the Army of Earth wanted to hire you?"

Now I lowered my gun, positive that this guy was insane.

"You're mad…"

"No, I'm not," he replied. "Really I'm quite serious. I'm sure you're aware of the problems we're having with Ionian and Metroid invaders. My lieutenant has debated getting an assassin to take them out. The whole universe knows the name of Chaos Wolf; he only needed a way to find you, which purposely was impossible. And on accident I stumble upon you. I'm sure the army would be willing to pay you well for your services."

Earth had been having creatures from Io and Metraise, Io's neighboring moon discovered 55 years ago, invading. The Ionians were a large race of mutated bugs. They had started on Heircron as an experiment, just like me, but something went wrong. They became huge in size, with one hell of an exoskeleton. Nearly impenetrable. And those suckers were mean too. One swish of a wing was said to send a man flying, and the bodies that littered the spots where the Bugs, as they were called, attacked, showed that they weren't there peacefully. They had been left on Io, but they hadn't died; they thrived.

As for the Metroids, they came from an experiment meant to revive the dead. It worked half-way: the bodies were revived, but they were mindless and uncontrollable. You could call them the living dead with built in weapons. Those zombies could twist and mold their own flesh at will into anything: clothes, machine guns, hand-knives, more zombies, etc. Imagine a giant ant with pinchers and a zombie with a machine gun coming out of its arm. That's what Earth was fighting.

"So, let me get this straight. You think your leader is going to hire me to go out, hunt down and destroy two entire species of mutants, risking my own head to be most likely arrested immediately after completion?"

"Um…yes?"

"Okay."