And that hate was part of him.
He had been born ordinary, not too tall, not too handsome, not too smart, and he had done everything to gain himself the label of 'special'.
When he managed to grab a degree in medicine and become captain of his regiment in the army, he really thought he had gotten somewhere.
Then it was all taken away from him. And after months in between life and death, he had been chucked back home, poor and jobless.
Months of emptiness brought him bitterness, and anger had become a constant in his life. Just as well as loneliness.
It didn't take him long to start hating people as well.
The odd jobs were just a consequence, and they gained him a name, by no time he was working permanently in a big criminal organization that answered to a name not a lot of people dared mentioning.
Even after a year of working for them, John had seen the man only from afar, during a few of his missions.
He was younger than expected, fit and handsome in his smart suits, but with a glint of evil that made John's heart freeze.
He was no doubt a dangerous man, someone one should never cross, but people were stupid enough to do so.
John had tried to lay low, but his way of life always attracted attention.
He had moved into the headquarters of the organization after six months, and by the end of the year he had a string of lovers in between the staff that he used to get the steam out of his system. Some called him a whore, but it was mostly the ones he had rejected.
Anger was also something that often put him into troubles, fights and brawls a common occurrence, but it never interfered with his missions.
It had nothing to do with his job after all, and he always performed impeccably.
Until one day it all went to hell.
Maybe he just wasn't lucky, or he was too stupid.
He was assigned to an easy enough target, a corrupted politician who didn't know his place, but he was also given 2 teammates.
Said teammates turned up to be two guys he had fooled around with in the recent past.
He didn't really worry about Guy, but Henry was put into charge of the mission, and you could tell by the way he looked at John that he wasn't exactly happy of what had happened between them.
Maybe it was his bad temper, his rude replies, but their cover was blown in 30 minutes, Henry and Guy had gotten themselves arrested and even though John had managed to kill the politician with a crack shot from his handgun, he knew that he was in deep shit.
When the next day he was asked to go and see the flippant James Moriarty, he knew these could be his last few minutes on earth.
He dragged his feet as he walked up the stairs that lead to the man's quarters, wondering if he was going to be tortured before being granted death.
He really wasn't looking forwards to it, and when he was escorted into a richly furnished bedroom, his blue eyes moved around the place a bit worriedly in search of weapons that could be used on him.