My Masked Assassin

Chapter Eleven: Blood and Gold

If I ever get reincarnated into another life, please remind me to kick myself, even if I'm still in the womb.

You know that moment you get before you die, that feeling of time slowing down and everything becoming super high-def and focused? I get it all the time, but not quite like this.

My vision is so focused I think I can actually see the particles flying around Antonio's head and body.

Weird, to be killed at the hands of someone so gorgeous yet so evil. I just hope the police will be able to break down the barriers in time to save some people...even if it's only the children.

Antonio is right above me when–PTEW!

The sound was so soft and silent I actually thought I imaged it, till I saw the hand Antonio used to hold the knife explode in a firework of blood and flesh.

"WHAT THE FUUUUU-" he wasn't even able to finish crying out loud when the glass on the opposite side of the wall exploded.

Fissures of glass sprayed everywhere, catching the colors of gold and white, making them look like harmless confetti instead of razor sharp weapons of deaths.

I close my eyes in an attempt to shield them from getting stabbed, sadly I couldn't shield the rest of my body that took a minor hit. Once the glass settles I fight to open my lids back up and the sight before me takes my fucking breath away.

He'd jumped through the window and was now standing at six-feet (give or take an inch or two) tall and silently assessing the scene. He was dressed in all black with combat gear laced around his body, he had two katana blades on his back that crossed over each other and formed an 'X' and an array of guns at his belt that made me wanna drool...if I wasn't already drooling blood that is.

Every inch of him was covered, to his hands that were encased in black leather gloves to his feet that wore menacing black Goth-like boots. But it wasn't so much his outfit that screamed of ominous and impending doom. It was the charcoal black motorcycle helmet he wore and pitch black visor over it that sent chills down ones spin. You had no way of knowing who-or what-was behind it.

"Who the fuck are you!?" Antonio screeched in malice. He was holding his blown up hand that was spewing blood at an alarming rate. I instantly see his eyes dash to the bed and back at the black stranger. I wanted to call out a warning but could not and Antonio dashed for the bed.

That man in black didn't seem to care as he, quicker then light, brought out one of his blades and sliced Antonio's other hand off before it could pick up the gun.

I think Antonio's sense of pain was on delay because he looked at his severed hand a moment, trying to process what happened. When his hand limply lay back down on the bed he screamed in antagonizing pain that almost made me feel bad...almost.

Antonio fell to his knees and looked at his two hands, tears streaking down his face. He looked up at the stranger with vehemence in his eyes, he opened his mouth to say something but was cut short as the man's blades clean cut through his neck.

His eyes stayed open in shock and his mouth hung open, then slowly his head toppled over and fell to the ground, his body proceeding after him, the clean white carpet soaking up the out pouring gush of red.

Now a normal person would be on the floor retching from the sheer fuckedupness of the scene before them, with me not even being able to move my head away from the scene in front of me, maybe even more so.

But I've seen thing way worse than this...way messier even. But the way it was so chillingly delivered without mercy would make it one of my top 3 at number three.

Just out of the corner of my vision I see the strangers black boots march up to me.

Friend or foe...? I wondered.

I see blood tipped steel right below my chin and against my jugular.

Foe! Definitely foe!

He used the tip of the blade to angle my head towards him, he was kneeling down right in front of me, silent as a grave. He was staring straight at me, helmet pointed dead in my face. I couldn't see a thing behind the dark glass but he could surely see all of me.

Without breaking visual contact he brought out a napkin from only lord knows where and held it up to me. For a second I thought he was going to wipe my drool up...but nope!

He jams it up my nose hole and I'm forced to breathe is some sort of chemical smell. I for a second feared he was going to smother me but after 3 seconds of inhaling whatever the heck that was I began to feel drowsy, my head filling up with a sense of vertigo.

His image began to blur and in a snap, lights out.