one-shots

Imagine 40

T/w: death, gun, blood

I grunt falling on the ground. My body is bruised, my face bloody and black spots keep appearing in front of my eyes making me think I'm becoming crazy. A shot of pain goes through my body once again, starting at my stomach.
I was supposed to assassin the king, again, but this time I came far. I almost had him, and when I thought I could finally finish the mission, I fell into a trap. He knew I was coming, he always knew. He took me by surprise, twice, and after that my body went into a shock and I forgot how to fight, how to protect myself. I took every punch, every kick, until my body screamed at me. And now I'm laying here, on the cold marble floor of the castle, beaten up by an old man, bleeding and close to d*ath. I can't see very clearly anymore, but I can still figure out some things. The king walks back, his smirking face on me.
"So this is how the so called best assassin will come to their end", he laughs throwing his head back. I close my eyes once I hear the familiar 'click' sound.
He has a gun. He's going to k*ll me with a gun. "Goodbye y/n", then the shot rings

I hear something fall on the ground- no, two things- but I feel no bullet. I try to open my eyes, and when I finally do I wish I kept them closed.
The king lays on the ground, a kn*fe sticking out of his forehead, the gun laying on his open palm. But that's now what makes my heart beat faster, that's not what made my vision go blurry, that's not what made the fear I always kept locked escape. It was t/n's still body laying in front of me with the front of their body on the cold floor and bl*od surrounding them.
I try to get up, my body screaming at me once again, but my heart wins the argument. I crawl my way to them, silent sobs escaping, body shaking.
I turn their body over, my eyes glued to their pale face. "You were supposed to be my enemy", I whisper, "you were supposed to put a b*llet through me not take one for me" I want to scream and cry, get all my frustration out, but I can't. T/n will never answer my questions, because they are d*ad and I am the best assassin in the world. You don't see me sad, happy, shocked, or angry. I get a job, I finish it, and I leave.
And that's exactly what I did.