Assassin

~Introduction~

It's the start of a new year, a year akin to the last, they all seem the same; indistinguishable. I dont even remember who I kill, all I know is that I am assigned someone to assassinate, a person living their life just like the rest of us yet oblivious to their imminent death.

A name. A name is all I get. No other information just two words. Two words that hold the weight of a single life. A life handed to me, with which I must end. No questions asked.

You may be wondering, how did I end up here? Entrapped in my own mind, unable to scream or escape...My vehemence repressed deep within. Not even my past ardour for the beauty of nature itself could provoke emotion.

I barely remember who I was before. I suppose it doesn't matter. That person doesn't exist anymore...or perhaps persists, starved, at the centre of my soul. He was subdued in days of yore. Days that feel almost parallel to my own existence -raising the question- Is this all I'm destined to, in every version of my existence... to kill, to bring death wherever I go. I hope not, with every fibre of my being.

Unfortunately in this version I am a killer, a bringer of death, a hit man; perhaps comparable to the great Jules Winnfield and Vincent Vega (ubiquitous movie tropes), as defined by google.

I am an assassin.

As I lay motionless on my soft mattress, I slowly slip away from this world and into the darkness of sleep.