Creepypasta stories

The Assassin's Target

MOSCOW, RUSSIA:
The 37 year old man's work for the KGB was above efficient. His scar on his left eye stood out as he observed himself in the mirror. The agent had a round chin, weighed 140 pounds, and was about 5'9 height. In the restroom of the agency's headquarters, he suited up for duty.

He put on his tie, teal suit jacket, and loaded his trusty Tokarev TT33. It was a Cold War piece, a bit dated. He quickly washed his face and headed out into his boss's office. The man's boss was an older man, around his mid 50's. He greeted his agent with monotone in his voice.

"Good morning, Agent 63. I certainly hope that you are ready for your next assignment..."

The Pasta

It was a silent night in the UK, his next kill was in this location. Midnight's in London, England was always eerie, empty, quiet, yet peaceful at the same time.

This was the perfect time to commit an assassination. Agent 63 put the magazine into his pistol, and twisted the suppressor onto it.

He observed the quaint town. Nothing to show his kill just yet. But, little to the Communist agent's knowledge, someone was stalking him to. Silently, waiting, and somewhat distant. Agent 63 strolled around the city to look for any evidence of the target's whereabouts.

"If that damn bastard would come out now, I wouldn't have to deal with this task." he said in his cold, raspy voice. Now granted, he loved his job and Communism, he just wished all his assignments were targets who opposed Communists in plain sight, so he could go in the for the kill.

He was not all for stealthy, covert missions. Agent 63's search went on for about a good ten minutes. But, during this time, he was not alone. The Shadow Man was following him everywhere he went. 63 was completely unaware of the mysterious figure's presence. But, once he got to the dock, he looked down at the water and saw the black figure behind him!

Terrified (completely out of character for him), he ran towards the rest of the docks with the phantom person pursuing him. The assassin ran and ran until he turned to the other side of the town. Agent 63 was very close to the Big Ben Clock Tower. He decided to hide until the coast was clear.

Who was this man? Where did he come from? And why the hell was he here? Whatever the case, the mysterious figure just might be dangerous. He did not know any of its possible capabilities. He could be just a man trying to get home quick for all he knew. All of this raced through the Russian agent's mind as he ran.

The Shadow Man was close on the KGB agent's trail. On the very same block as the killer, he walked on the road trying to find him. Two large buildings away, he noticed an alleyway where the assassin might possibly be. While he walked through the buildings, Agent 63's eyes scrolled left to right about five times. On the last two times, he saw out of his peripheral vision The Shadow Man walk up the street, scanning the perimeter.

It was then when 63 came to a possible theory, the phantom figure might be his prey. Slowly, the government murderer pulled up his concealable TT33 at the man. The Shadow Man must had a sixth sense because, to Agent 63's horror, just as he was about to pull the trigger, the ghost entity swiftly turned dead center to him and drew his own gun. He only had to fire one shot to the chest of the Communist agent.

Agent 63's vision was wobbling as he realized he failed his mission. Blood was pouring out of him as he was losing consciousness fast. He fell to the ground with a thud. The Shadow Man walked towards him, gun still pointed at him. The agent had too bad of a sight to get a good look at The Shadow Man when he revealed himself. So, as last words before he died was a question.

"*cough* *cough* Please, *cough* tell me, who are you?"

With the gun Agent 63 recognized as a Walther PPK, The Shadow Man responded with:

"The name's Bond, James Bond,"