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I stood on the top of the building, waiting for my target to appear. It would be a while before she appeared. I saw a glint of metal. It was a mirror, so to pass some time I observed myself. I was of medium height, short, messy auburn hair, hazel eyes. I wasn't exactly handsome, but I wasn't ugly. I was wearing a tight black shirt with my number, twelve, emblazoned in small gray letters on the front. I didn't exactly have a name. My organization, Shiro, had erased my memories, made my real identity legally dead, and put me to work.
She appeared. Long golden hair, dark sunglasses, designer clothes. It made me sick. Her name, or stage name, rather, was Ami. She was a superstar. She sold out concerts like I tied my shoes. I went over my mission in my head once more. At 15:07, she was to exit the building. At 15:09, I was to unload a bullet into her head. I checked my watch. It was only 15:00. She was probably only out here for a breath of air. She was filming her new drama, which I didn't exactly care to find the name of. Apparently the drama would be a giant hit.
I was correct. After about a minute, she walked back inside the building. My muscles relaxed. I inhaled, then exhaled. Inhale, exhale. In, out. I waited another couple of minutes. I glanced at my watch. 15:05. Only two minutes left. I sighed. This was the first time I wanted to kill a target.
She deserved to die. A diva, having never done an ounce of work in her life. She had angered the Boss's son, which automatically made her my enemy. I checked my watch again. 15:06. What seemed to be a lifetime had only been about a minute.
She walked out. She was talking on her cellphone, waiting for her chaffeur. She seemed to be yelling at the person she was on the phone with. Whatever. My assingment was to kill this skank, not to care about her problems. I glanced at my watch one last time. 15:09. Everything was perfect. She was in the position I needed her to be in, my gun was fully loaded, just perfect. I raised my gun and pulled the trigger.
- by Rainbow Xylophones |
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- | Submitted on 11/22/2009 |
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- Title: The Assassin
- Artist: Rainbow Xylophones
- Description: AKA Number Twelve. A short story. Please comment and criticize. If you think I should make this into a full-blown book, tell me.
- Date: 11/22/2009
- Tags: assassin
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Comments (5 Comments)
- Rainbow Xylophones - 11/23/2009
- I'm glad you people like my story thing.
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- bob199424 - 11/23/2009
- YES!!!! HIGH FIVE FOR THE FIRST GOOD THING I READ TODAY!!! ASSASSINS ROCK! now i must write one....look for mine! i did like it though. cold and dark and heartless is what's in now. 4/5.
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- Rainbow Xylophones - 11/22/2009
- Why thank juu!~ I know it was weird, but I've got really bad writers block at the moment, and it was the first thing that came to my mind. I could probably do better if my head would cooperate.
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- Scipio243 - 11/22/2009
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Hmm... a little strange, but it's good.
You kinda jumped around near the beginning. The first paragraph (where you describe your assassin) It's kinda weird how you went into describiing him like that. Glint of metal. It was a mirror. i decided to look at myself to pass time. I find it to be a weird way of describing him. Try something like 'I looked at the windows of the building across from me, seeing myself in my tight black shirt...' I dunno. Just a suggestion, but nice job, none-the-less. : - Report As Spam
- Rainbow Xylophones - 11/22/2009
- Is it terrible like I'm convinced it must be? T-T
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