Beowulf, the Hitman

            I have spent my life seeking fame and fortune, which made me a hero. With my superhuman strength, I became a warrior. However, I was more like a mercenary or contract killer. I go from town to town killing people and creatures for kings and townspeople. Every job I did, I gained more fame and fortune. My life was surrounded by death and murder.
             One day I heard about an evil monster named Grendel that was terrorizing a town named Herot. They needed me to kill Grendel and save the town and were offering a very reasonable price. I would be saving hundreds of people by killing the monster, but how evil the client was made no difference to me. I led my followers to Herot.
             After the details of the business transaction were negotiated with King Hrothgar, my men and I slept in the hall where Grendel would surely return. I lay waiting for an opportunity to kill the monster with my bare hands. Grendel entered the hall and approched me, not knowing I was awake. As he prepared to attack, I grabbed him with all my might. Without feeling or mercy, I ripped his arm from his body, sealing the monsters fate. After Grendel ran off to die, I collected my earnings.
             It was not long before I received word that a similar creature, supposedly Grendel's mother, killed King Hrothgar friend to avenge Grendel's death. So I returned to Herot to kill the mother for the same price as the son. I went to the monster's home to finish the job. I confronted the creature in a giant battle hall. She was a worthy opponent, and would have defeated me had it not been for my armor. With the monster's own sword I took it's head for proof that the job was done. I had collected my reward once again and returned home.
             The business that I work in has given me the strength and wisdom that helped me with the position that I soon found myself with. I, the legendary hitman, had inherited the throne of my people. For fifty years, I had fairly led my people to peace.