Prologue

You ever wonder why the good guys always win in the movies. Or why you never actually hear both sides of the story in the news? I find it frustrating, myself that everything is so one sided. My life, unfortunately, has two sides to it, though no one ever asked me my side of the story they assume that the rumors and articles are all true and that I’m the person these things claim I am. To some extent I am, but its still unfair to proclaim that Claire Valentine is a bad person. I’m not a bad person, my job requires me to do things that most men and women would call bad, but I’m doing a job that needs doing regardless of whether or not my employers are doing it for the right reason.

There are always two sides to every story but even history is one sided. Take the Civil War for instance, most high school graduates of have studying the war. But a vast majority of those people didn’t hear the other side of the story. It’s always the war against the South – a group of fanatics who wanted slavery and wanted to break away from the Union and make their own nation. Sure that’s true, but did you know that the South calls the Civil War the War of Northern Aggression. The high school students in the South don’t study the Civil War like every other person does; they study about the War of Northern Aggression. And I’m sure that the Indians and the English don’t have the same out look on any of the wars waged against them either.

We don’t always hear both sides of the story. Why? Are we trying to hide something or are we just trying to give the better outlook on things, that there really isn’t anything good that came from it. We may never know the answer. But I want to shed some light on the things in my life, give you my side of the story, and not what you’ve heard or read about in the newspaper.

I am Claire Valentine. I was born and raised in Wichita, Kansas. My parents have lived in the same house since before I was born. The house isn’t much, but it fit us well. My biggest memories are of the rail road tracks that ran behind our house. You do forget the train if you live there long enough, even when it comes blaring through town quarter to two every morning.

I lived a normal life up until I went into the Marines, but I’ll get into that a bit later. I’m currently an Assassin-for-hire. Yes, you heard me right I kill people for a living. I’ve a cover story that suits me just fine, and allows me to move as I’m needed. The media has nicknamed me the Shadow. I’m guessing it’s because the only real shots they have of any of work for my clients is always just a shadow at the edge of a camera.

I no longer live in Wichita. I don’t want to put my family in jeopardy for the things I’ve seen and done, even though things will get tough for them in the end, when it’s all said and done. It’s a long story, my life. There’s no easy place to begin trying to correct some of the views people have of me.

I guess the best place to start is High School.

Dragon Hunting

Published on September 30, 2015

First Public Writing

Published on September 30, 2015