prologue

Prologue

"There will be hell to pay for those who seek it." A motto I have still not failed to forget. It was My father’s favorite, in fact his only. Now the only thing he has left in this world is me, my vengeance, and his name Ace "pi” Hashimito, or as the Americans refer as Ace “blood” Hashimito.

                 My Father was average, the normal small time gambler, money here, money there, not only that, but he was also general in dictator; Kim II sung’s Kpa Koreas people army. Dad started gambling and started owing money to the triads. Their threats where vague, a brick till a brick went to the window with a note attached.

 

To the prick that owes us money,

Pay cash or pay with fingers your choice

           Sincerely,

A person that shouldn’t be pissed off, a person who won’t be ignored.

After that father took some caution hiding pistols all over the house even the cereal box. He ignored them for another week. With this came another action towards father they started to claim that if he didn’t pay they would go to Kim sung II himself. The blackmail was a problem, but the triads never actually pulled through with the threats fathers fingers where still there making their threats very idle. There were threats every now and again until after 2 weeks dad shot an intruder leading to them to finally stopped harassing us. The triad got quite and it seemed the problem was gone. Dad owed money more than before more yin than ever, and didn’t even remember that he borrowed the cash half of the time; since he was always in his drunken stupor he couldn’t remember his name let alone a debt. But s**t really hit the fan when the damn United Nations marched on the front step of our home. I remember it like no other day in my life .

Mom said “go in your room ace cover your eyes go and count to a million.” I went to my room obediently I could hear shouts, even though my ears where covered by my ears.

“You know it’s wrong you can end this come one ace for your people!” Came from a foreign voice most likely American.

They came to talk to dad little did I know dad was a spy all this time. They got there damn selves got not only themselves killed but since my dad was a general of Kim Il-sung he didn’t take too kindly to my dad talking to the Americans. I don’t blame them, but they should have let North Korea rule and defend South Korea and wait for that piece of s**t Kim sung shrivels up and die. 

“Ace you expect me to believe that the damn United Nations just sent the Americans to you for no apparent reason just came to pay you a visit and you have no involvement with them!” Kim sung spoke with a tone of great frustration since spies are plenty.

“You have to believe me I would never betray you or my North Korean brothers.” As Ace concocted the lie to tell to his dictator so he could prevent death.

Ace began to shake not knowing what may come next. Would he believe his lie or execute him as he would any other suspicious man. Kim sung has been known to execute on spot, in fact ace had been the one behind the trigger a few times. Considered an honor to some but ace found that it was outright slaughter

“Ace you have done great things for me, but if it is true that you have no in involvement with the Americans then prove it.” He turned to his guards and whispered “Bring the soldiers from aces home. Make sure to take the execution hoods off and their mouths undone.”

One by one the 12 American soldiers were brought out. The men were bound and some where whimpering while others put on a face of valor and dignity accepting death without expecting mercy. As they all were lined up Kim sung placed the pistol in Aces hand.

Shaking it in his hand meet by aces strong grip Kim sung whispered “prove it “in aces ear.

Ace thought to himself I must commit slaughter to end slaughter. What a paradox. I can’t do it I won’t. Ace placed the gun down to his side. With a swift movement he pulled it up and fired 13 bullets each one piercing a round in the temples of the soldiers the last bullet had no target hitting the wall out of accidental fear.

He handed the pistol over to Kim sung. Kim sung in response placed the gun in aces mouth yelling spit flying in to aces face

“Let this happen again and I will be the one firing 13 bullets into you am I understood!”

Ace spoke through the gun barrel “ye yes sa”

I will never forgive Kim sung for doing that to my father.

Months later Mom was kidnapped and dad shot her instead of the man holding her. It’s a damn shame that he didn’t get the slimy piece of s**t that took her dad only found the warehouse she was in through the Americas.

 Dad shot her and ever since he investigated a month later I went to go ask him what had happened just to find him hanging from his type 1000 rifle strap in the orchard trees out back. I swore vengeance upon those who took my mother and now that’s what I’m bound to do take my vengeance. At the age of 17 I started to find out what happened it turns out the damn triads where hired. By whom I don’t know but I will find out. Then when I see them they will pay and know that I am the son of Ace Hashimito and will have my vengeance!