1| The Tale Of Chance Bradford Trahan

The legend begins with the story of an assassin named Chance Trahan.
Chance had a comfortable life growing up. He never knew where the luxuries were coming from but he sure did love them. He had everything a boy could want and Chance really couldn’t yearn for much more.

Growing up what some would say was way too fast, Chance experienced many things a typical boy would not. He learned Mixed Martial Arts from his father, Brad Trahan, who was a very mysterious man with a great temper. Brad taught Chance all he could, with zero tolerance for mistakes and absolutely no patience .

Although he taught Chance martial arts, he did not allow him to mess with weapons. One time Chance found a black duffle bag in his father’s office. The bag was stuffed full of ninja gear and weapons and Chance was caught messing with it from them on upon many occasions.

The scenario was always the same, “Chance! What are you doing in there? Get out! This is MY room! I told you not to be in here! This stuff is not for you to play with!” Chance was fascinated with the things he found inside it. But, Brad seemed to constantly be in fear of Chance’s safety.

One time Chance hurt himself while messing with the duffel bag and Brad’s wife had found him bleeding. She demanded, “Stop with the weapons, Brad!” But then he would reassure her, “Baby, you know it’s for our own protection.” And after a while of his smooth talking, she would agree to his pleading claims and say, “You’re right, I’m sorry.” Then like magic, she would feel safe again under his spell and fall asleep fast in his arms. That’s when Brad would slip out into the night, only to return many hours later.

To Chance, this was all routine. He noticed it, but never really questioned it. As the years went on, he would play with the ninja weapons all the time despite what his parents had said or did to punish him for misbehaving. It only sparked the boy’s interest that much more. Brad would still continue to sneak out into the night mysteriously while Chance watched. But this time in particular was different, when Chance was finally old enough, he would investigate the bag for clues as to what his father was really doing. this time he found the weapons covered in dried blood.

Scared his dad would find out and give him a very large list of tedious chores to do, Chance put the weapons back and returned the bag where he had found it in a hurry. He noticed his father leaving home late that night with the duffel bag in hand like usual. Chance raced to stop him but Brad replied, “It’s none of your business, now get to bed… and if you don’t want any extra chores, you’ll say nothing about this to your mother.” Chance was not happy with this familiar song and dance at all and the look on his face was showed it. “But dad I..” Brad cut him off and scolded him, “Get to bed!” before he left the house in a hurry.

This night, Chance decided to follow Brad. He couldn’t let it go, the questions that accumulated over the years circled in his head and he needed answers. “Why were the weapons covered in blood?” he said to himself. Chance hurried and disguised himself in a homemade ninja uniform and tailed his father very closely.

Brad had almost lead him to the Dragon Assassins’ Headquarters until he realized someone was following him. His dad tried losing him but like usual Chance only grew smarter with every move his dad made and became one with his surroundings. After all the old man had already taught him all of his tricks over and over again. Who did Brad think he was fooling? Obviously not Chance.

When He had found his way to the camp, Chance was astonished at the Dragon Assassin ninjas all over the place and dressed in all black and black ninja uniforms. Chance was able to slip past most of the guards unspotted, but not one in particular. He came face to face with danger while the ninja he alerted attacked Chance. The ninja tried to sneak up on him, but Chance was too smart for him.

Chance swiftly dodged many attacks thrown his way. He countered with a block and swift lightning like punches to the attacker’s chest, neck and cranium area. The ninja gathered himself together again and threw another attempted strike at Chance. the punch thrown by the enemy was caught by Chance, then followed through with the attacking ninja’s momentum to flip him over using his hip for leverage. Chance stood over his attacker and dropped a solid blow to his face and knocked him unconscious.

After successfully thwarting his would be attacker, Chance quickly switched his outfit with him, covered his tracks and disappeared into the shadows. He came to an open area with the foundation made of of concrete surrounded by columns. There were many Dragon Assassin ninjas all over the place. The center of the cement slab was stained with the blood of many previous executions.

Chance quickly hid behind one of the columns and peered to see his father talking to a decorated man in a very elegant ninja uniform. This man was the founding leader of The Dragon Assassins and was named Mikael. Mikael told Brad.. “Our men have finally captured your father’s murderer.” Brad paused for a while and then asked, “And the scroll containing the location of the Silent Shinobi?” “Of course Inferno, your father’s quest did not happen in vain.” Chance whispered to himself, “Inferno?” He had never heard his father called by his alias.

Inferno muttered, “Thank you, Mikael.” and opened his bag to pull out his katana blade. Suddenly, to his surprise, Chance had been grabbed by the guard he gave the slip to.. and with a knife to his throat he was immediately brought before the clan’s leader. “GrandMaster Mikael, we have an intruder.” said the guard while he escorted Chance in a very brute manner. “Well then, execute him.” commanded Mikael.

“No! Father!” Exclaimed Chance. His father recognized his voice and quickly shouted “Unhand him!” The frightened guard quickly withdrew his blade and stepped back. The murderer took advantage of this situation and slipped away from the two ninjas grasp who held him down for his would be execution.

Chance reacted fast and quickly whipped out a small ninja star tied to a rope and threw it toward his grandfather’s murderer. Whooshing through the air, the ninja star wrapped around the throat of the escapee. It sank firmly into the side of his neck after wrapping around it a few times.

“Get over here!” Chance shouted just before he ripped his hand back, and the head of his grandfather’s murderer was ripped clean off. Blood spurted from his neck while the body dropped and the head rolled across the ground before Mikael’s feet. Mikael let out an impressed chuckle with his hands confidently poised behind his own back.

Brad walked up to Chance and ripped off his mask, and to his disappointment, it was Chance. It was then that Brad’s greatest fears were starting to come true. Everything he had worked to protect Chance from had been good up until that point, or so he thought.

2| The Code

Mikael was impressed, yet taken back with Chance Trahan’s cunning ability, feline reflexes and undeniable strength. Cooking up a plan in his head, the clan’s leader, uttered “Your son had the audacity to Infiltrate our camp and now has knowledge of our operations.. You are left with a bold choice to make, noble one.” Brad was afraid of what was to come next. Mikael Continued, “Either your son dies at the hands of your own will or he can immediately start intense training to join the clan.” An eerie feeling fell over Brad while Mikael spoke. “No one lives to reveal our secret location that is not a full fledged member.. And given his obvious knack for innovative tactics and brutal force, it would be a shame to miss out on the luxury of having such a worthy apprentice.”

Brad spoke sharply, “Chance will never betray our secret… And he will never become A Dragon Assassin either!” Mikael was not happy with his reply, but Brad was not stopping now. Mikael had upset Brad with this demand and in spite of this Brad humbly pleaded. “He will protect our bond like he does our own family. Please don’t do this Mikael, I have vowed to protect him from this kind of life. I have taught him well.” The clan leader sneers, “I can see that.” Mikael looks Chance over briefly, squints and firms his brow to say, “Yes Chance, your father has trained you well indeed and with that said, I’m willing to offer you riches beyond your wildest dreams..” Chance perked up but Brad quickly brought it to a halt by strongly saying, “ENOUGH Mikael! My son will not become one of us! He is enlightened and I vowed to protect his reputation!”

Mikael cocked his brow and said, “Fine Brad, have it your way. But one day he will come to me for our protection, I am sure of it. Once the Shinobi promises delivery of their slain warrior’s vengeance, they will not rest until it has been satisfied. After all, It was at the hands of Chance that their warrior met his demise.” Chance knew what was coming next, he had seen the face his dad was making before scolding him. Brad declared, “I will protect my family and no Shinobi clansmen stands a chance and god forbid you to get in my way Mikael, there will be hell to pay.”

Mikael was convinced with his own confidence of Chance’s return to take him up on his offer, so the humble leader had agreed to excuse Chance and his father of this mishap, “Under one condition will I allow this to be let go, Inferno, if Chance ever reveals our location or any secrets to anybody, you will be forced to personally kill whoever he tells, and then bring me the head of your son, Chance.” Mikael then takes a deep breath while taking brief second to carefully put his thoughts into words… “And once you’ve reported to me of your victory in slaying those who knew too much, you will then turn the blade upon yourself. That is the code of honor.” Brad nods disappointedly and mutters, “Yes, that is the code.” Mikael motions them to shoo with his pristine hand and says, “You two are now dismissed.”

On their way back home, Chance had many questions that seemed to annoy his father. “Dad, why did that man kill grandpa?” Brad replied shortly, “Chance, I cannot tell you these things.” “Why didn’t you tell me you were an assassin?” Brad snapped back, “Because, it’s none of your business!!! Now, please Chance. Stop asking me so many questions.” But the questions carried on. Chance was a curious one and being his father, Brad could only adore it.

“Is this what you’ve been training me for… to become an assassin like you?” Chance’s father let out an exhausted sigh, rolled his eyes and said, “Chance, I trained you to protect mother and also yourself if our home was ever in danger, not so you can become an assassin. Believe me, I’ve thought about it plenty of times and I don’t want that for you!” “But why not, Father? I want to become an assassin… I want to be just like you.” Chance’s father became enraged and backed him up against the wall by his shirt and yelled, “Never! Never become like me!” Gripping to his shirt even harder and raising him higher, he exclaims, “Ever! Do you hear me? You don’t understand what it’s like! You don’t want to have to do what I do and see what I see! You don’t want to be like me, Chance!”

Starting to let go of his grip, his father says softly, “Promise me you won’t ever go back there again. Chance… you must never tell a soul. You hear me, Chance? No one.” Chance remains quiet for a second and his father regains his grip and lifts him off his feet. and screams “Swear to me!” Chance promises, “I swear, I will never go back there. Now let me go!” Chance had wriggled free by this point and straightened himself out. Brad started walking while he said, “It’s just that I worked so hard to keep you away from this sort of life.” Chance questions, “What for, were you scared I would get hurt?”

“No Chance. Heh, it’s not that at all, I understand that you are smart and very strong. It’s just because, well… I don’t want you to have to live with blood on your hands.” “But why Can’t I do something else besides kill people? You saw what I did, I can protect myself.” His father laughs to himself and explains, “I understand, Chance, but you’re not listening to me. I can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt because of something I did. I want you to be successful in life, raise a family and be happy.”
Brad didn’t convince Chance though, “God, Can’t I just be a spy for the clan or anything? Mikael said…” Brad’s eyes widen, “No! You must never return to the hideout! Don’t make the same mistake I did. Chance, aren’t you hearing me? I want the best for you and your family and I want you to live a free and happy life. And to never have to worry about getting murdered on a mission like my father did, because your soul will never rest in peace. Revenge will never be enough,” Brad swallows and then carries on to say, “And the thirst for even more vengeance and hatred… Chance, you don’t want that.”

Chance asks Brad, “Father, can I tell you something?” “What is it, my son?” Chance admits, “I’ve been having nightmares…” “What kind of nightmares?” “Well, I’ve been having these nightmares where I’m all alone, it’s very dark, and all I can see is a light. Sometimes it feels like I’m free falling, you know? I feel this constant stinging pain and uncontrollable rage, but it seems to only empower me. and when I feel scared, it only fuels the fire.” Silence fell over the two for a moment and Chance started again, “Then, there’s this whispering voice coaxing me every which way, except I’m in this god awful place trying everything I can to escape. I feel like I don’t know where to go so I just keep running towards the voice. But, no matter how close I get it echoes out again and I start to feel lost by this point.”

“What do you mean, Chance?” “Well, It’s a very scary place with fire everywhere I look and this distorted voice just keeps calling to me. But they aren’t calling me Chance, They’re calling me by this name. It sounds so familiar to me, an… and I… I can’t remember the name. But it’s just so hot there and I feel like I can’t breathe. It’s a very intense feeling, like I’m on fire…” Brad can only bring a frighteningly puzzled expression to his face. “Father? Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?” Brad snaps out of it and says, “I’m fine Chance. It’s nothing. Let’s get home. It’s getting late” Chance, gripping his home made ninja mask walks off with his father into the rising sun

3| Betrayal Of The Brotherhood

After returning home, things were never the same between Brad and Chance. Chance’s father Brad would be around the house less, even more so than usual. His father was taking on even more and more missions trying to correct what went wrong. Things changed indeed, but so did Chance. He started rebelling and coming home even less himself. See, Chance made friends in his new private school and started sparring with them after school for extra money. If Brad wasn’t going to let Chance join the Dragon Assassins’ ninja clan, Chance was going to do things on his own.

Everyone he fought against seemed no match for him. No one could beat Chance. His Martial Arts mastery was too strong. He favored Hapkido and used it to his advantage in beating anyone who stood before him. It earned him fame among the jocks and even scored him a beautiful girlfriend. One of his peers in particular decided to side with him, but only because he considered him a threat to his own credibility. This was especially the case, because his sudden rise to fame had already begun to noticeably demote others, including this mysterious peer.

He was more of an associate than a friend to Chance. He kept his distance without ever revealing too much about himself to Chance… or to anyone for that matter. Everything about this jealous adolescent was kept in secret no matter how hard anyone tried to dig for his past. Who he was, where he had come from… There was nothing anyone could find out about him. Chance wanted to know and dug deepest of all but could never understand anything. He spoke to no one unless spoken to and remained very vague about what he said. Chance only knew that he went around calling himself Snow and everyone only knew him by that name.

Although he harbored reclusiveness, it didn’t stop him from trading weapons with Chance. Like Chance, his weapon collection was very creative and versatile and his art form was very strong. But Snow was very different indeed. He seemed so out of this world that it scared everyone… everyone except for Chance. Chance wanted to know why Snow only wanted to talk to him. Although, Chance didn’t worry about it too much… He had bigger things on his blooming adolescent mind.

The girl of his dreams in particular. It wasn’t long after their school days before she and Chance settled down and had a newborn baby on the way. Yes, Chance had the best girl ever, but other areas of his life weren’t syncing up his desires. In college, his bad social habits and tardiness had gotten him expelled with no chance of ever returning. He was the bad boy breaking all the rules and this put a strain on his relationship with his father. Brad did not raise Chance to live so poor and he was sure to make it abundantly clear to him.

It wasn’t too much longer until the dreaded assassination attempts on Chance for slaying Silent Shinobi’s finest assassin had started. Somehow it had leaked from one clan to another that Chance had been the one responsible for the beheading of The Silent Shinobi clansman. After having to defend himself from danger one last time, he soon decided it would be in his best interest to join the Dragon Assassins for protection. It would go against everything he had sworn to his father, but it seemed his father couldn’t provide for his needs anymore. It seemed his father was displeased with Chance’s conduct and it was affecting their relationship. Chance wanted the luxury and protection once more for his growing family… Unfortunately, that was the only way he knew how to obtain it.

Before he knew it, he had returned to Mikael and taken him up on his offer he made many years ago. Mikael swiftly took this godsend under his wing and started him in their intensive combat training. He needed an assassin to protect him from the Shinobi, The best the world had to offer. The Shinobi that were seeking Mikael for his betrayal of their brotherhood seemed so small and futile now. This seemed it was the answer to all of Mikael’s prayers, and he and Chance felt they could be no happier.

The only way out of the Silent Shinobi was an honorable death, and by abandoning his role in the Silent Shinobi, Mikael was indeed a target. After escaping the clutch of the Shinobi and returning to his home in Japan, he fought many different Shinobi. The Silent Shinobi had started hearing of him speaking out about their clan’s evil ways and this did not sit well the Silent Shinobi’s leader, Deus. It was embarrassing to have his martial arts be on spectacle in the streets in such a redundant way. Mikael spread the Silent Shinobi secrets all across Japan, and soon America. Deus vowed to stop at nothing in order to put a halt to this mockery and exhausted many attempts and clansmen during his fit of rage.

4| A Cold Day In Hell

Chance led the Dragon Assassin clan in secrecy. He didn’t want his father to find out and neither did Mikael. Though, it wasn’t long before his friends in the clan heard of the story of his first kill. It circulated quickly among his fellow clansmen who swore to keep his membership in the clan a secret. they couldn’t resist grazing the new recruit.

One of his former school mates, Bryan overheard the story. As Chance walked by he said, “Hey nice way to pop your cherry, Talon.” and this was loud enough for everyone around them to hear. All the guys around started laughing very loud. “Yeah, thanks a lot man.” Chance replied. But, the nickname stuck and he became known only as Talon. After all, it did help hide his identity in the clan.

There were times where his father had suspected him of being in the clan and had removed the mask of one of his fellow ninjas just to be sure, and to Chance’s luck he never found out thus far. For many years he served as a loyal assassin for Mikael and side by side they fought against the best the Silent Shinobi had to offer. The stories kept circulating about Mikael’s new prize assassin. It seemed everywhere Chance went he couldn’t dodge his newfound fame.

One day while visiting his parent’s house, his father, Brad suspiciously stared at him while helping his mother put away groceries. Going back and forth with the issue in his head, Brad decided that he couldn’t take anymore anticipation and spoke aloud, “Hahum!, Ladies would you please excuse us? I’d like to talk with my son privately for a second.” Chance’s mom said, “Yes, of course, I’ll take Amanda and we’ll go finish putting away the groceries, won’t we dear?.” “Yeah, sure.” Chance’s beautiful wife replied.

After the ladies left the room, Brad slams his fist down on the table and whisperingly erupts, “How could you join the Dragon Assassins despite me!?” Chance tried to explain his side of the story, “Father, I only…” But Brad wasn’t about to let him speak, “After everything that happened that night you still joined!” Chance hurried to explain himself, “I needed help, dad. Things aren’t the same anymore, you can’t always be there to protect me. So… I did what I had to do to protect myself.” “I have protected you for many years, Chance! I’ve done all I can to keep you from ever needing outside protection.”

“Yes, dad, but you could have…” But Chance was rudely interrupted by his father’s booming voice, “Do NOT tell me what I could and couldn’t do, I did my best for you and you disrespected my honor. You disrespected our sacred bond!” Chance pleads, “But father, I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry.”

Brad takes a breath and calmly replies, “Well, we all feel you are in danger and this has become too much. I made plans for you and Amanda to take the baby back to America.” “What!?” Chance exclaimed. Brad said, “You can finally go home now. You can start all over, Chance.” “I don’t want to go to America, this is my home.” “But, Chance, it’s all you used to talk about. And besides, I already talked it over with Amanda and you leave in the morning.” “Amanda?” “Yes, who do you think told me you were a Dragon Assassin? Certainly not Mikael himself!” “I swear on my life, Father, I can take care of…” Chance begs but his father only shouts for him to leave, “Go!” “No, Father please!?” “Get out, Chance! Go! You disrespect me, you disrespect my home. Leave!”

“AUGH!” while screaming in a fit of rage that only a parent could spark, Chance stormed out of the room and said. “Amanda, grab our things. We’ve got to get out of here.” “Where are we going? What happened?” But by then Chance had already left the house. She repeated herself while chasing after him. He said to her, “Nothing.. just, never mind!” “What, what is it, honey?”

Chance seemed frustrated, “You told my father? I made a secret bond to never join the Dragon Assassins and you told him?” “I was only looking out for what’s best for us and Little Flame.” says Amanda while looking up sweetly at him with their newborn in his arms. Shocked at her response, Chance says, “You think that by telling my father, you’re doing what’s best for us?” His wife patiently asked, “How many times have I begged you to leave the clan? You said you would discuss leaving with your father for our protection.” “It’s not that easy Amanda. I can’t just leave. Mikael will try to hunt me down if I run and I don’t want that. I don’t want to have to live like Mikael. I’m killing people everyday because he chose to run from his responsibilities in the Silent Shinobi clan.”

Amanda pauses quietly, then says, “I know, but I just want to go home to America, where it’s safe again. After all that’s where we met and spent the best times of our life. Don’t you think?” Chance shouts, “That’s besides the point… Look, can we not argue about this right now and just go home? It’s been an exhausting day.” “sure, Chance.”

5| Rise Of The Arctic Ninja

Just to spite Talon’s latest success in the Dragon Assassins, Snow had found a ninja clan of his own and planned to become their leader. One evening he decided to gather the clan’s masters to show off a wild display of his talents within the confinements of the Silent Shinobi’s camp. Snow’s cut-throat spectacle was about to begin.

The clan’s leader announced for silence to overcome the arena. “Behold, our latest recruit, Snow. He has come to the clan in request of becoming our Grand Master.” In this demonstration of skill, he will defend himself at all costs. Bring on the contestants!” Many highly decorated surrounded this fresh face. The clan’s leader quickly announced, “Ready… Fight!”

Snow kicked three of the contestants in the face with blazing fast speed and agility, starting with the one in the middle of his alignment, then left, then finally kicking to the right to lay his third enemy out. Another ninja rushed in to ambush Snow from behind, grabbing his arms back to restrain him. His first attacker got up from being kicked to the ground to take advantage of the situation but received a kick to the chest. Snow used that same force to head butt the ninja holding him then twisted around to punch him in the face.

The crowd up roared and this definitely pleased the clan’s masters. They looked to each other with a raised brow to each other, showing approval. But Snow was not done, he had one more ace up his sleeve. The clan’s most frightening member had stepped forward and was determined to put a stop to the clatter. He quickly tossed three ninja stars while Snow dodged them and blocked the third with his forearm guard. And while the blood dripped from the piercing point to the floor, it turned to ice and shattered upon impact.

Snow charged up a frosting chi ball between his hands and shot ice towards the floor freezing his enemy to the ground. He then pulled the ninja star from his arm guard and held it up showing his opponent. The shuriken turned to ice and Snow’s eyes squinted grimly. He threw the frozen star he had accumulated at the ninja. The shuriken cut through the side of his abdomen and shattered as it hit the wall behind him. Before he could even look up, Snow was lunge kicking at him sending the top half of his torso to the ground splitting the ninja in half.

Silence once again fell over the crowd at disbelief of what they saw. And with that the clan’s leader announced, “Excellent! One of our clan’s masters has given you a new name… Arc!” The crowd roared once again.

Arc went on to complete the task of seeking the Black Stone. The Black Stone had secret powers that enhanced his element manipulation. He was now able to throw ice in many different forms but was most proud of his ability to make it rain ice. Arc was given many missions meant to craft his abilities. However, his journey into a Shaolin temple to steal a map of elements proved to be a difficult one.

Arc faced Shaolin Monks who’s only purpose in life was to protect the temple’s treasure’s, for there were many. While taking out several of the temple’s Monks, Arc mysteriously found more and more unconscious ones that were knocked out or slain before he had gotten there.

Before he knew it he was confronted by Talon. Talon furiously attacked him and almost took out Arc, but was no match for the potential of Arc’s Black Stone. Talon commanded “Stop!” He wanted him to listen to a proposition, but Arc continued with what he thought was a finishing move. He stole the map and then returned to the Silent Shinobi camp.

Approached by the leader upon his return, “Come with me Arc.” he says to the ninja. Arc follows the Silent Shinobi’s leader into the nest and is told, “You have been chosen for a very important assignment. You are to infiltrate the home of Chance Trahan’s family and massacre them all. I want you to eliminate all of our threats, Including his father, Brad Trahan.” The assassin replied, “With pleasure, The Dragon Assassins cannot survive.” The leader further explained, “Brad poses a threat to our clan and with the help of the one they call the Talon, Mikael has survived many of our ambushes. We cannot progress with the Dragon Assassins in our way.”

Arc remained quiet to listen while the leader ranted, “Mikael exposed our secrets to Japan… He mocked our clan with the creation of the Dragon Assassins. That is treason and is punishable by death! With the development of our new robotic ninja technology, we cannot risk our secrets being spread any further.”

They walked past unconscious ninjas laying on operating tables and copies of already transformed ninjas awaiting activation. Arc agreed to defending their secrets and walked away as if he’d like to change the subject. The leader laughingly sneered and followed Arc and assured, “Upon your return from this mission, you will be known as Grand Master Arc and will surely be rewarded.” With that said, the assassin was on his way to prepare for the hunt.

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