The Assassin

Wounded

I had snuck out on multiple nights to make hits.

Tonight, I planned to kill a man who poached. Not a good hit, but it brought in a fair amount of cash that was needed for my rent.

I also went out during days now, also. I had a job serving Starbucks. It was easy and allowed me to learn names.

I made my way down my usual route on the fire escape. This was going to be a quick and brisk walk because the man's house was right across the street from my hotel.

John Travolta, was his name. He poached any animal he saw.

I snuck around in the shadows around his house. Idiots, why do people in Miami leave open so many Windows?

I climbed through and found myself in what appears to be a trophy room. Taxidermy heads of cougar, deer and even bears hung on walls. I took out my butterfly knife and exited the room.

I looked down and up the hall. It was quite.

I made my way around his house, looking in every room until I found his bedroom.

He was asleep. He snored soundly as his chest rose and fell.

I snuck in, and crept over to the side of the bed.

Quick and easy.

I raised my hand to plung the butterfly knife into his arty.

There was a sharp pain in my head. I fell to my knees, giving a sharp screech of pain.

I heared shuffling. I jumped up, and everything seemed to swirl.

"Down on the ground or we shoot!" A deep, familiar voice said.

I tried to concentrate, but my head hurt to much.

I leaned against the wall and began to notice my situation. Horatio stood in front of me, with a gun pointed.

I raised my hand to touch me head. I looked at my gloved fingers and saw that they were stained red.

"Down on the ground!" He repeated.

I just shook my head no, "They.....deserved.... what they got," I panted out.

He looked confused for a moment, "What do you mean?"

"They were corrupt. They took the lives of innocents and crushed them," I said.

Things began to go black. I glanced at Horatio. He seemed stunned. He even seemed to lower his gun. I took the opportunity.

I threw my knife and knocked the gun from his grasp. I ran for the door, only to be blocked by Eric. I swung my arm and chopped him in the neck. He of course fell in sudden shock. I leaped over him and escaped through the door.
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I fell through my window. They were still looking for me. I had managed to get to the fire escape and crawl my way up to my apartment.

I was laying on my back, panting. I got to my feet and managed to get to my bathroom. I quickly changed into my p.js. I limped my way over to my bed. Not bothering that I was leading a blood trial.

My head felt as if it was being continuously squeezed.

I heard a knock at my door. I turned towards it, but found myself falling. My head hit the table and all went black.