The Assassin

Chapter 1

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The Assassin

Chapter 1

A young man with a lean body ran through the shadowy streets under the cover of the unusually dark night sky. His long, leather cloak flickered behind him as his black boots splashed on the drenched pavement. He suddenly halted to a complete stop outside of a two storey house and forced his breathing under control as he surveyed the extremely quiet surrounding area. The young man stood still until he could no longer hear his breathing. He waited until all he could hear was the light pitter patter from the rain and the rustling of the nearby trees as they blew in the wind.

The young man observed the pitch black house before him, not a sign of life within. He eyed the backyard and found the tree he had scoped out previously that would give him a good view to the inside of the house. Silently, he walked over to the base of the tree. His dark attire allowed him to blend in with the shadows around him. He swiftly pulled himself up the tree's trunk as if he weighed absolutely nothing. Crouching on a branch, concealed by both the leaves and his black attire, the young man scoured the house and nodded in approval as he reconfirmed no sign of the occupant anywhere.

Half an hour passed and the young man had not moved a single inch. He would have happily stayed in that position for many hours more if it meant he could successfully achieve his mission without a problem. However, his patience was soon about to pay off as he noticed a car pull into the dark driveway. His green eyes watched as a man got out of the vehicle and made his way inside the house. The oblivious male turned on all of the lights as he made his way into the kitchen. The young man's body stiffened in his current position, watching every single move through the kitchen windows, all of his senses were on high alert.

This was the moment the young man had been so patiently awaiting. He had been studying the other male's routine for nearly two weeks straight, ever since he found out this man was to be his next target. He knew every move. He knew every habit. He knew every detail about his sad, pathetic life. This man's name was Kevin Owens. He was single, lived alone, worked from 9am to 6pm every day except for on Sundays. And every night - without fail - he would have a cigarette in the backyard before popping in a microwave meal to start unwinding for the evening.

The young man darkly smirked to himself as he saw Kevin grab a cigarette from his work bag before he headed outside to the backyard. This would be the chance for the young man to strike his unsuspecting victim. He watched, still crouched within the tree, as Kevin made his way into the middle of his backyard. The night was silent as Kevin proceeded to bring his cigarette to life with a lighter and stare calmly at the moon. He was, unknowingly, in the perfect position.

The young man slid down the tree without a noise and crouched low to the ground like a lion hunting its prey. He stalked forwards, not emitting a single sound, until he stood directly behind his victim. Keeping his eyes on the back of Kevin's head, the young man reached down to his calf slowly and pulled a Blackhawk Tatang knife out of its sheath. None of his movements made a sound which left Kevin clueless to the ominous presence that lingered directly behind him.

The knife's black material didn't shine in the moonlight as the young man brought the weapon around to Kevin's throat, hovering near, but not touching his skin. In the same movement, he also brought his unoccupied hand around to the other side, ready to cover Kevin's mouth. The pair stood completely still in the deathly captivating stance. If anyone would happen to peer into the dark backyard at that very moment, they wouldn't be able to warn the unsuspecting man due to the utterly breathtaking sight.