An assassin breaks in

"Please, say something, Mr. Davis." His eyes pleaded.

"Well, I don't know. At least, not yet. I can't be too sure now. But I think you might find your answers in here." He handed over a briefcase to him. "It was the only belonging of yours that I could find five years ago."

In the night, as John sat down on the sofa of his new apartment, the scenes of earlier in the day played in his head. Funny how life works. He thought. Who knew that a homeless and penniless man like him would suddenly have a hundred million dollars in his account? 

He still found it very hard to believe. Especially, the house. It was screaming luxury and he couldn't believe it belonged to him. It felt just like a dream to him. But even if it really was, he wasn't ready to wake up. He couldn't just thank Mrs. Nora and Mr. Davis enough. So, to repay their kindness, he had to recover his memory really quickly so he could put his head to work.

Isaac had made him sign a contract, so unofficially, he was a staff at Eon Innovations, but tomorrow he would become an official one. Isaac had also told him that they were working on a groundbreaking technology, and they wanted him to create the user interface and all.

To tell the truth, everything seemed so foreign to him as Isaac briefed him yesterday, and he's still so helpless as to how to go about it. He had to find a way to recover his memory! He decided and made his way to his room. He could almost predict that tomorrow would be a long one for him.

Clang!

The sound came from inside his room. Was it a burglar? He wondered. For all he knew, he was the only one living in this house.

Stealthily, he walked to the door and slowly creaked the door open. The lights were off, making him frown in confusion as he remembered he had left it on before going out. Was it really a burglar? He felt panic shooting in and settling down in his mind.

He had to call Isaac very quickly. He decided. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and he quickly grabbed his phone. He dialed Isaac's number frantically until he felt something cold against his head and he froze. 

Steel. Pistol!!

"Drop the phone or I'll blow your brains out!" The voice was cold and rough and he shivered from the impact. His senses became fully alert and he immediately knew the man was an assassin.

He did as the man said, and dropped the phone back on the bed. How did the person enter? He wondered. He had made sure to lock the door and window. No one could circumvent without his permission. So, how come? He must be a smart assassin. A deadly and skillful one at that.

"How may I help you,?" He struggled to keep his voice steady.

"Help me?" The man scoffed. "I think the person who needs help here is you. And maybe my client." He erupted into maniacal laughter. "Alright, Mr O'Connor, hand over the documents that you just signed with Eon Innovations."

John's breath shook slightly. The assassin knew his name. And how did he know about the contract he signed today? The only persons who should know that were him, Isaac, and Mrs. Nora. It was someone who knew him before that sent him. Could he be the person that had caused his accident five years ago? He wondered. Why do they want him dead and who are they?

"Who sent you!?" He asked the man, and rage next thing he knew, a slap landed right in his face, and winced from the pain.

"Say any more word, and I'll your head served on a platter for dinner! Give me the document and I will spare your life."

John knew he had to act fast. He couldn't possibly reveal the documents to another person. Apart from the contract, the document also contains the details of the new project that Isaac was working on, and if anyone should lay hands on it, it would affect Isaac. He could let that happen to his benefactor.

"Alright, alright. I'll show you where it is." He told the assassin. He scanned the room quickly and on the dressing table, he saw the knife he had used earlier to peel apple. He had to get there as quickly as possible. This assassin looked very skillful. He thought as his body trembled slightly.

"Uhm.... It's over there." He pointed towards the table.

"Don't think of trying anything funny. If you do, then I wouldn't have any choice but to kill then I'd find the document by myself!" He said coldly.

John refused to be scared, and as soon as he reached the table, he quickly grabbed the knife and hid it in his pocket.

"Where the hell is it??" The assassin yelled angrily.

"I'm sorry. I thought it was there. I kept it in the drawer earlier. I---- oh." He pretended to remember. "I think I kept it in the living room."

"It had better be there, man. Because if it isn't, I'mma fuck you up badly." He nudged John forward. "Now get your fucking ass----"

Before he could finish speaking, John suddenly turned and swung the knife at his face. The assassin hadn't seen that coming and before he could avoid it, the knife cut across his face. Luckily, he wore a mask, so it didn't cut too deep.

"Arrgh!" He groaned in pain. "You are so dead, you fuck head!"

John acted fast. He couldn't let the assassin get over his pain. He knew he might have to kill the man. He had never killed anyone before and he felt a little nervous. But then his life was at stake here. He held the knife tighter and stabbed the assassin's neck. Only that the man had seen through his attack, and the knife cut off the end of his hair.

"You crazy son of a bitch. You cut my hair!?"

He grabbed John's hand roughly, so rough that the knife slid from his hand. Grabbing him by the collar, the man hoisted him up so that he was dangling on the tip of his toes. When the first slap landed across his face, his brain hadn't registered the pain until the second one landed and he felt air expelled from his body.

He tasted blood on the corner of his lips. The man tightened his grip on his collar and he was choking on his saliva. Through the mask, the assassin's eyes flashed menacingly, and John could see that he had no regard for human life.

"Since I'm going to die," he began, his voice crooked and unclear. "Can I at least know who wants me dead?"

The assassin laughed maniacally. , "Why would I tell you that?" He seemed to have a rethink. "I was thinking of sparing your miserable life before, but since you're so eager to die, I would satisfy your urge. My boss sent me to kill you and of course, to take the document."

"And who is your boss?"

The man considered it for a while. "My boss is your---- argh!" His face contorted in pain and he released his grip on John as his hand flew to his neck.