The Assassin
There he was sitting there gazing at the black cat, as it was passing him giving him a baneful look. The sky look insipid it started to cry, the rain dripped over him gradually as it felt the ground it seemed as it made the whole world tremble the sound was as an volcano has erupted the rain didn’t stop it went and went. The darkness shadowed over him as the moon descended. He looked down at the watch on is wrist as the hand moved towards its destination. He has a Sanguinary look in his eyes as he wants revenge. His hands were stiff and cold as ice. The trees were whistling as the wind swiped through the leaves. Now and then he is alerted by cars passing down the lonely road. The atmosphere was calm and quiet. He walked to his car and pulled out a black bag and took out a rifle. He looks towards the murderous life-taking object and fixes the lenses towards a hill on the hill stands a empty house. An owl started to shriek. The ocean started to move promptly towards the hill. It started to get windy, the doors were flapping crazy as they wanted to be free. Fear hung in the air, there was no soul nearby. The house looked old and dull as if it was going to shatter down. He turned around slowly as a sliver car turned off the road on to the muddy, broken path leading towards the house. He was calm as it was approaching. He heard a loud noise it was the car it had a busted tyre. The victim step out of the car, he was going toward the house slowly. He looked down at the ground it was muddy all over, he took a path through the woods. You could see the mark death written on his forehead. The victim approached the door and halted, he knew he would suddenly he fired the bullet instantly the sharp shell had ripped his life from him in a bustle of blood and splintered bone. A drop of blood rolled down on is hands that bright colour red did not manage to bring about any emotions. He cats a thought back to his childhood when he fell and grazed his knee, the sight...