Chapter 1: Fable And Predictor

If your best friend were holding a gun to your head, what would your final words be?

This very scenario unfolded for a man known only by his alias, "Fable," on the night he became the world's best hitman.

It was a bloody, rainy night. Not only did translucent raindrops fall from the clouds, but the ground was soaked with red liquid—blood. The rain mingled with the blood, creating rivulets of crimson that washed over the scene of carnage.

In the middle of an abandoned area, a place often frequented by the most nefarious criminals, the silver light of the moon shone down on a man in his thirties. He knelt on the ground, surrounded by the corpses of the dozen men he had killed moments before. The blood of his victims was still fresh, and the relentless rain turned the ground into a gruesome sea of red.

"Fable, today is the day you die!" A manly voice pierced the night, drawing the moonlight's focus to another man of the same age. He wore a black coat over a white shirt, his appearance immaculate despite the chaos surrounding him. In his hand was a pistol, which he aimed directly at Fable's forehead.

Fable's eyes, cold and calculating, looked up at the man before him. This man was not just any adversary; he was his best friend, now turned executioner. The betrayal hung heavy in the air, almost tangible in its intensity.

The rain poured down relentlessly, soaking Fable's hair and clothes, the droplets mingling with the blood that stained his skin. His breaths came slow and steady, a stark contrast to the frenetic energy of the battle that had just ended. Despite the imminent danger, he maintained an eerie calm.

"Is this how it ends? Codename 'Predictor'... Fable and Predictor," Fable chuckled with a bittersweet nostalgia, the sound incongruous against the backdrop of the bloody, rain-soaked night. "We were the best duo from childhood until now—the dynamite duo. No one could decide which one of us was stronger." His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried the weight of their shared history. His eyes, filled with a mixture of sorrow and defiance, bore into those of his former friend,


His body faltered, and he collapsed to the ground. Blood poured from his wounds, which were too deep for anyone to save him now. His breath grew heavy, and it became difficult to keep his eyelids open. He watched as the woman got up and escaped from his house.

Seeing her escape, a smile emerged on his lips as he whispered his last words, "I guess someone was right. It's really hard to defeat a cheating woman." With those final words, the greatest hitman in the world died. 

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First of all, I'm not disrespecting any LGBTQ+ community, It was just the joke, a joke don't take it seriously. And I'm sorry to disappoint you but The next chapter will be at least one or two weeks later.

But the good news is, I'll upload 10 to 15 chapter at once, After that you can tell me that I should continue this series or not.

Also if you have any questions just ask.