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PostSubject: The First Of Arrows (Hooded Assassin Origin Story)   Sat Oct 12, 2013 10:08 pm

Chapter 1

This is the story of a young boy- Later becoming a great hero that takes him to the grave. But first, we start from the beginning. Young 6-year old Ken Barton was son of Bill and Alison Barton, two loving parents, and the older sibling of 4 year old Kevin Barton. The two shared a close bond with one another, one that will end in a distant future. They lived in a small town in Ontario, Canada that was very close to the border of Canada and America. Now since we caught up on everything, let’s start the Show!

Ken woke up early in the morning. It was July 18th, 1998. He slammed the alarm that he set because today was a good day, or so he thought. Today was the day he will be going on a vacation to the States, a traditional thing for the family. He already told Trent he was going away so there is no need to tell him. Ken rushed down the stairs to the kitchen, there his Mom was already there with Kevin. They were making breakfast. It was really just his Mom, because Kevin was just watching her crack eggs and fry up bacon. Ken already imagined where his Father was. He was either sleeping or in the living room, on the couch. Thats what he does during breaks, he watches the big sports games on the Television, wearing the Jersey and all.  Ken walked over to the Living room to find his Dad not there. He looked out the window and realized he was already packing. He was wearing one of those Tropical Button up shirts that people wear. Ken quickly went back to the kitchen when he heard his Mom say breakfast was ready. He loved his Mothers cooking, for him it was the best. Him and his brother quickly finished  eating and went to help his dad, “Alright!” Bill said, turning around to his family and clapped his hands once “Let’s go!” He yelled, they quickly got into the van that they packed up and made their way to the highway.

Hours passed on what seems like an endless highway, it was mostly silent along the way, due to how they do this every year, but this year was different. In the distance, a 18 wheeler approached into view, a red Semi along with a black trailer. Bill looked at his reflective mirror and noticed two black cars driving on each side of the 3 lane road. The cars were picking up speed as if they were being chased all of the sudden, racing past the van they continued forward until they switch lanes, going to the other part of the 2-way Highway. They each went to a separate lanes, the truck driver hasn’t noticed the cars yet due to him slacking off and not noticing the lanes. By the time he looked, it was too late. The cars quickly went on the same lane as the truck and the 3 collided, causing an explosion that woke Ken up from his nap he previously had. Debris flew into the sky as the Black Trailer spiraled onto the other road. Bill immediately hit the brakes but  he was too slow. The van hit head on with the trailer, causing the van to crunch up and damaging the car battery, causing an explosion. The Van flew to a nearby ditch, tossing Ken and his brother around like ragdolls, knocking both of them out.

What seemed like hours later Ken finally opened his eyes. Everything was blurry and he heard the faint sound of sirens. A Police Officer finally opened the broken van door to only rip Ken from his seat, hurrying him to an ambulance Ken finally was awake and can see, but what he saw was devastating. There layed both of his parents, Bill and Alison, their skin as Pale as a Vampire, their eyes were closed but dark blood dripping from their heads and bodies. Ken yelled out towards his parents with tears in his eyes, but it was useless, he thought they would get up and give him a hug, saying everything would be alright. But that never happened. Ken was put on a bed in the ambulance and turned his head to see his brother. The only survivor, and yet he was still not awake. Still not aware of what happened. This was only the beginning of Kens path, a Path to a hero.
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PostSubject: Re: The First Of Arrows (Hooded Assassin Origin Story)   Sat Mar 15, 2014 3:32 am

Chapter 2 (Short Chapter)

Blackwater City, home of the great archer, Clinton Barton, Kens Uncle. Clint took Ken and Kevin into custody months after the accedent,. They stepped onto the porch of Clints house, It was a big house for someone, It was also the color of white, a grand door. Ken knocked hard on the door, seeing the house was so big it might be hard to hear a knock. The door swung open to see the Avenger in casual clothing “Ah, There you guys are! Come in!” he says, opening the door wider. Ken and Kevin both grabbed their luggages into the house. They were just dropped off by Child Services. They enter too see a giant interior, they could see a kitchen, living area and stairs leading up to the second floor. Clint kneeled down too face the brothers “Man have you guys grown.. Haven’t seen you in like, two years!” He chuckled “You guys want to head up to your rooms to unpack?” Clint asked, rubbing his hands to show enthusiasm (Idk). They nodded their heads and Clint jumped up “Well follow me then!” He said, gesturing them to follow him upstairs.

They walked into one room, it was all blue, One Shelf in the room along with a TV, Closet, bed and nightstand “Kev, this is your room” Clint said, showing the room off “I’ll go show your brother his room, got that?” He asked. Kevin nodded and out went Ken and Clint. About an hour later, Kevin and Ken were finished packing and headed downstairs, Clint was looking through a phone book of sorts on the couch at the living room “You guys want Pizza or Chinese?” He asked, The brothers agreed on Pizza and they had their dinner soon after,

When Ken went to bed, he thought on how different  it was living in this house was from the his house. But he had to accept that he was living somewhere else, somewhere that he didn’t have his parents. Through the years he was silent due to still recovering from shock about his parents. Unlike his brother, he didn’t hide his emotions, sometimes he had nightmares about the car crash, It’s usually traumatizing for a child to go through something like that. By the time he was 12, they started training with Clint because they too wanted to be like him. But it took a while until Clint accepted, because of how dangerous being a hero can be. But at the beginning of training is when Kevin started to act odd…
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PostSubject: Re: The First Of Arrows (Hooded Assassin Origin Story)   Sat Mar 15, 2014 9:18 am

Chapter 3

It’s been a Month since Clint began training, Ken quickly flew a fist toward Kevin, who knocked it aside and went for a kick to the side, which was blocked by Kens leg, Clint was on a chair, watching the two fight. Ken jumped back when Kevin tried to do a flying kick, which was his downfall. Ken grabbed Kevin's foot and tossed him to the ground. Kevin looked up to see Ken swiftly kicking his brothers stomach and ensured his victory. “Good work.” Clint said, clapping his hands. Ken tried to give Kevin help up, but his brother ignored it, getting up by himself “Kevin, you need to be more focused on your moves, sometimes techniques don’t work well at all times” Clint advised “Now how about some Bow training?” He asked, Ken was up for it but Kevin didn’t really sound like he liked it.

They made their way to Clints training area, where there was targets like you would find in any archery training grounds, also a Wall that looked as if it had no purpose. Just alone in the middle of the room, it was only connected to the floor. “Kevin, practice your accuracy for a bit, I’m gonna test Ken on his Reaction time” Kevin nooded and lazily got his bow and went to the Targets. “Ready?” Clint asked once  Ken was suited up “Yep” He responded, They stood in front of the lonely wall when Clint threw One Tennis Ball in the air, 7 In Total. Ken quickly reacted and got 5 of them “You're progressing very fast” Clint said, smirking (Deal with it Tall). “Kev, It’s your turn” Clint smiled, gesturing him to come on over. Ken went to the targets and he heard his Uncle say “Not Bad.” Kevin walked by Ken afterwards “How much did you get?” Ken asked. “I only got 3 Out of 7” Kevin said, sighing “Theres always next time” He laughs, continuing his training. “Hey, Uncle. Let me try it again.” Kevin yelled, walking back. Stubborn Little Kid Ken thought. Seconds later multiple Gunshots were heard from nearby, Ken turned to see Kevin aiming a Pistol towards the wall, smoke emerging from the Barrel. Kevin but the gun away and walked over to Ken, patting his back once “6 Of 7” He said, before walking off. Ken and Clint looked at eachother before realizing what  had just happened.

Later that night, Ken was laying in bed but a noise was bothering him, Kevins room was right beside his so he wondered what could be making that noise exactly. He thought Kevin was asleep at the time but he went over to open Kevins door “Hey-” Ken said, stopped at what he saw. Kevin was halfway through his window, looking as if he was leaving. A mask was equipped on Kevins head, but isn’t,on his face (Like, its on his head). On his belt Ken could see a holster with a gun in it “What are you doing?!” Ken whispered loudly. He didn’t want Clint to hear due to getting into more trouble “I’m going out for a stroll” Kevin said, his face looked different than he usually had. A more serious tone. “With a gun?!” Ken immediately spat back “Listen, don’t worry about it, O.K?” Kevin said, but before Ken could respond, Kevin was already out the window. “Damnit Kevin!” I said to himself.

After that night Ken noticed Kevins odd behavior more and more until one day Kevin left. He left a note saying he was leaving, like a normal person would, but he gave no reason why in the letter. Ken and Clint were devastated and searched for days, proving no success. Ken continued his training and his Schoolwork,  And soon he will be going on missions with his Uncle.
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PostSubject: Re: The First Of Arrows (Hooded Assassin Origin Story)   Sat Mar 15, 2014 10:04 am

Chapter 4

Kens school life wasn’t all that special. More like an average high schooler. He had a Best friend, Nick Stanley, And also a friend named Sarah Malcolm. Who was Kens crush at the time, Other than that Ken didn’t really have friends. Well, there was Tony Starks kid he met when Clint took him to Tonys house (⌐ ■ ͜ʖ ■). And he was happy. Him and Nick were very close, Nicks parents were nice people too. Ken also hung out with Sarah alot, trying to get close.Both Him and his friends lives will change soon.

But it starts with this day: August 21st, 2006. It was that one fateful mission. Ken and Clint went to the Amazon for a mission sent by S.H.I.E.L.D, it was Kens 3rd mission as Clints partner. They ventured into the trees, looking around. Ken wasn’t wearing a suit, just casual wear and a hoodie, covering his face by the hood. “Why are we here anyway Uncle?” Ken asked, looking to Clint who was suited up “Well, we have to hunt someone down. He is a massive deceiver so keep your eyes open” Hawkeye said, turning to a certain direction “Follow me” He said, at that he started running, Ken followed quickly, though he has not been good at his physical training, he does little of it. They run into a small ruins type place, where there stood a man, He was in a Black Trenchcoat with a Red T-Shirt, sitting on the ruins like he knew this was gonna happen “Well hello, Bartons.” He said. his voice was low, he stood up. “Welcome to the Jungle! Hosted by Chester J. Black!” He said in glee, then started to laugh. “Shall we get this party started?!” He smiled. Hawkeye told Ken to get to a safer area to be in then there. Ken ran behind a boulder nearby and Chester disappeared. Ken looked over the rock to see in shock, another version of Himself, standing in front of Hawkeye, who was also in shock. “Hey ‘Uncle’, Want to spar like we usually do?!” The copy said, he sounded exactly like Ken. The boy tried to warn his Uncle but was stopped to what it sounded like another person “You should watch, This is the last moments you see your Uncle” The man whispered.

The copy of Ken lunged towards Hawkeye, the boy had a Combat knife with him at the looks of it, He swung at Hawkeye, who jumped back and dodged it, he dodged another swipe as the Ken copy hits Hawkeyes bow from his hands. “Let’s see how good you are at dodging arrows!” He smiled, taking out a bow that looked like Kens also, he fired at Hawkeyes knee, Hawkeye dodged but was caught off guard by the draw time the boy had. He shot Hawkeyes knee, causing him to fall onto one knee. The boy had a sinister smile as he whacked Clints face with the bow, he fell on his back and looked to his knee. There was no arrow. No puncture wound. The boy grabbed his combat knife as he slowly ran the tip from Hawkeyes chest to his stomach, applying pressure to slowly cut him. He did this again and again, different lines like Diagonally and Horizontally. Until finally, Hawkeye stopped screaming, the boy was finished with a Big A on Hawkeyes chest, it was torn through his costume and cut into his body, “Ha, Now You’ll die as an Avenger!” thats what was left until Ken heard a Sinister laugh and one last stab.

Thats when the 2 were gone. Thats when Ken got up, and saw once again, a dead relative. Tears filled Kens eyes as he looked at Clints Pale body, reminding him of when he was a child. Ken picked up Clints body and walked back to his  Sky-Cycle and went to their house, where Ken buried his Uncle himself. That day was when he decided to take the cowl of the Archer, to do his best to become the hero he once hoped to achieve. This was the breaking point of Ken Barton. The beginning, Of Hooded Assassin
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