The Hollow and The Saint

In a world filled with agony and despair, Logan, a master assassin embark on a journey to change reality in order to create the perfect society for his beloved Elizabeth Rose, where they can live together. Struggling against his bleak destiny and haunted by the demons ravaging this world enslaving people hopes and minds, all while fighting with a rage that might strip him of his humanity, will he be able to succeed in creating this perfect world?



5. Survive



Homes, schools, workplaces, temples, even streets are all places that help us in defining our personalities and behaviours. For me, that mansion was the chapel that shaped the very foundation of my beliefs, boosting my abilities to a whole new level. You must be still wondering, how would this help me in achieving my dream? Well, let me tell you this then, with this power, I was able to enter the dark side of the White House, the side that is hidden from the public eyes where the real negotiations and decisions are being taken. We will get to that part, in time.

   It’s 1957. It had been ten years since I first laid foot inside that mansion. During this time I had gained an abnormal amount of knowledge. The Doctor was like a walking encyclopedia, and he seemed determined to teach me the same he made me learn all kind of subjects. Now, I am fluent in French, Spanish, Italian, Chinese, Russian and Arabic. He taught me how to talk eloquently, and how to use body language to my advantage. I also learned the proper etiquette for eating, walking, and dancing.

   Despite his bleak personality, surprisingly, The Doctor knew his way around women, and he made sure to pass on some of his charm to me.

   The way The Doctor organised his business was so fascinating. From the tight security, to the way he handled the police. Not only did he bribe the chief, but he also managed to create a strong relation with the mafia heads throughout the years, all thanks to the services he provided by treating their wounded and offering temporary protection.

   Even when it came down to chess, he had no equal, I never managed to beat him in a chess game, not even at poker. He was the master of deception. I was so inspired by his way of thinking that I strived to catch up to his level. His chain of thoughts was beyond any human I have ever encountered. He was a true genius.  

   William was responsible for my physical training. Just like The Doctor, William was very hard on me, pushing me beyond my limits to further increase my potential. He taught me different styles of hand to hand combat: kickboxing, Boxing, krav Maga, Wing Chun. Of course, I also had to learn how to use a gun, and I was exceptionally good at the practice range. All in all, to go beyond what is human, you must become the perfect human and build on that.

   The Doctor was an interesting man to say the least; he led the life of a vampire. The study room was like his coffin, surrounded by a huge pile of books. He had a huge appetite for learning, despite his age, yet he separated himself from society as if none of it interested him anymore. He never drank too much or went out to clubs or cafés, never wavered or gave away his feelings. He was living completely inside his own world, in total isolation.

   However, when the sun shines its face on the other side of the globe, that’s when the vampire finally rises up. Using his charm and enchanting gaze, he managed to bewitch his enemies and allies alike, although the latter were as few as the hand can hold. The hill on which the mansion rested was like an independent nation, and that monster was its ruler. Respected by the police and mafia alike, all citizens abiding by his rules, The Doctor had succeeded in creating his own world.

   I guessed it was time for me to build mine, a world much bigger than he had envisioned. I didn’t want to live in isolation on a small hill reading books all day. I wanted to walk on the streets, beside worthy people, people who I could trust, people who have real goals, not some empty shells living their pointless daily lives. That’s the kind of world I wanted to create. You are probably laughing at me right now. Can I blame you though? You haven’t witnessed the results, not yet.

   “In order to completely understand the meaning of life and death, you have to learn to survive.” These were The Doctor’s last words for me.

   So I left the mansion with only 32 bucks and 5 cents in my pockets and the clothes I was wearing. The only thing he gave me was a piece of paper with the name ‘Baron’. I went to the city searching for that so called Baron, sadly with no luck.


   As I walked in the streets of that god forsaken city, I can see them all. Demons, angels, sheep, wolves, the empty faces of the people walking down beside each other. One woman was walking in front of me, and judging by the deep cuts on her left wrist, she must have tried to kill herself many times. The reason she had failed so miserably was that little boy who she held dearly to her chest with that same hand, the hand of shame. He was about five years old. He was covered in bruises. Even a boy that age can have it rough in this world. If I had to guess, the father must have had a short temper.

   A young man walked right by me, wearing a long coat. Beneath it, he had a pistol concealed. In his footsteps, I could feel fear and anxiety.

   On the other side of the road, a beautiful blonde woman with an elegant dress walked with her head up high. You can easily see the confidence from her posture. However, that lovely exterior was only a façade to cover up the ugly truth buried deep inside: tricking married men into spending their children’s school fees. After they were completely dried up, she would toss them like empty cans into the pit of despair.

   With many more horrible stories, along with the rising number of poor people and rich selfish bastards, this world was slowly becoming a second hell. This only made me more determined. It made me realise the importance of my dream, for my sake and for theirs...


    I went back to the orphanage. I didn’t find Ms. Marie, she was replaced by another matron, Ms. Janet. Eight years after I left the orphanage, Ms. Marie had became so fed up with life that she was on the verge of losing her mind. Old and senile, she had been sent to an elderly care center. Despite all the head butting and the ‘luxurious’ treatment she favoured me with, somehow I felt sorry for her... Living what was left of her life alone, exiled...

   I filed Elizabeth’s release papers. Seeing her after such long time, I could tell my little ruby had turned into a fine pure diamond, brittle yet sharp. All by herself, Elizabeth had continued to survive in her own way.

   Shortly after that, she started working at a tailor shop. Eli had always had that artistic side, and despite being blind, would tailor beautiful gloves and scarfs in the winter. The owner was an elderly woman, Ms. Anderson, who, fascinated by Eli’s work and talent, quickly hired her.

   Elizabeth and I rented two small apartments next to each other, close to the store. From that moment, we spent every night talking and laughing, just like old times. I would drop her at the shop every morning and greet Ms. Anderson, who always welcomed me. She loved the company, especially since she had lost her husband during the war. With no kids or close relatives, Ms. Anderson saw Elizabeth as the child she never had.


   As for me, I was building my name in street boxing. It was technically illegal, but it paid the bills. Despite being so young, I managed to maintain more wins than losses. I still remember my last match. My opponent was 'The Boomer', and he had earned that nickname for a good reason. He was twice my size, and his hands were so big that when he punched someone you could literally hear a ‘boom’ - not to mention the sound of bone cracking, of course. It was said that he even cracked his opponent’s skull with just three punches.

   I was eighteen back then, six feet tall, weighing no more than one hundred eighty-three pounds. I could tell that everyone was betting on him to win. I didn’t care. Instead, I remained focused. I could feel my body shivering. This time, my life was on the line. As I watched the crowd cheering him on, I began to feel the pressure in the air rising, the humidity increased and the air became hotter. Sweating all over my body while struggling to take each breath, I could feel myself standing alone in the middle of a the battlefield, with nowhere to run or hide, fighting to the last breath was the only way out. The bell rang, signalling the start of the fight and the countdown on my life.


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