Darkness

Chapter 1

Darkness is defined as 'the partial or total absence of light' and 'wickedness or evil'. Some say I am filled with complete darkness and nothing else, but i disagree. Light is what makes us human and I firmly believe that everyone must have at least some light inside of them. If they only know where to search. 

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Glancing again at the only picture I have of him, I run through the backstreets, desperate to get there early. From what I can tell, he is gorgeous but that isn't always good. I always find it harder with the good looking ones; I guess it's my one weakness. Oh well. An assignment is an assignment and if I don't complete it there will be consequences too horrible to even mention. At least I'm still as in shape as the day I started this job. Nothing much seems to have changed other than the fact that it's much easier with time and practice. I don't feel as emotional about it anymore. My first assignment led to days of crying and guilt. But now, nothing. It's alnost as if a switch has turned off inside of me. This one will be my 50th and I intend to celebrate afterwards, the only way I know how. With lots and lots of drink. It numbs anything I feel afterwards. Not that I tend to feel at all anymore. Lights flickered in the dark streets, not many of the bulbs actually functioning. That's expected in this kind of neighbourhood though, nothing ever works like it should do because people tend to forget places like this exist. Or at least, they ignore us completely.

Sometimes I think about my choices in life. Some are bad but most of them are good. Obviously the biggest choice is the worst one I could have made from an outsider's point of view but I know differently. It wasn't even really a proper choice. If i didn't do what I do now much worse things would happen and I don't know if I could live with myself if I chose the other option.

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After 10 minutes of walking, a taxi ride and another 20 minutes walking I had finally made it to the right bar. It doesn't really have a name but the sign outside reads 'Cheap Beer' proving my belief that it is the trashiest pub for miles. I personally have only been in there once and it was the worst experience I could have possibly had. There is never anyone in there who isn't an alcoholic or who spends every waking second there. I'm surprised that the man I need will be in here tonight. And no, I know I'm not wrong about it, I have already checked that many times by now. I still have another 10 minutes until he will be here so I have just enough time to grab a drink before I have to set up on the roof opposite the pub.

Obviously I got my signature drink: a double whiskey. Helps me calm my nerves. I sneak into the building opposite, so stealthily that it would be impossible for anyone to notice me who didn't know I was there. Not that there would be any guards on duty, there never was. Glancing quickly around, I step into the elevator and press the highest number button. It won't take me exactly where I want to go but I always need the fire escape for that anyway. I have done this 49 times and never once used this building; even when I had an assignment in the same pub before. There are never normally two in the sane place to avoid suspicion, if the police suspected anything there would be a lot of people in a whole lot of trouble. Better for everyone if we kept it all quiet. I'm finally on the roof and now all I have to do is set up my equipment which shouldn't take too long. I could probably put it up in my sleep now, not that I ever would.

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A black, expensive-looking car pulls up outisde the bar a few minutes after I finished setting everything up. That's how I knew it was him: the car. No one who lives around here would ever be able to afford a car like that so it must be him. A man steps out of the driving seat and he walks around the car carefully, almost as if he is in slow motion. He opens one of the doors at the back and out steps another man, definitely someone rich. There he is, right where I was told he would be, at the exact time and place. I'm not sure how they do that but it must be quite difficult to know when and where someone will be, down to the precise second. Either that or they set it up themselves to be completely sure everything goes smoothly. Still, it's impressive. It's like he's waiting. Waiting for me to ruin his day. He has stunning blue eyes and bright blonde hair, almost like the picture perfect guy, even better than in the photo that I was given. Exactly the dream man.

Such a shame he's my next target . . . such a shame he has to die.