"When do I start." I asked quickly, because I have no one else to lose.
"Tomorrow a young business man with black hair, grey eyes , and a beard will be walking to a tall office building to make a deal. He won't make it,because you will snipe him before he walks through the tower doors."
I pulled out my guns pointed them at the power box in the small Italian restaurant and shot it cutting the power off. After I replied, " Do. Not. Test. Me. Or. Trick. Me. Those things will be deadly for you, Sir." With those words I walked out the door leaving to work on Preparations for my first job as a hit man.
It was the next day
and I was sitting on the roof with my gun scope pointed at my target. When cocked the gun my mind went elsewhere.
"Dad, what do I do to hit my target perfectly every time."
I asked a curious ten year old at the time.
"You can't shoot perfectly every time, but take a breath before you shoot to get the best shot." He replied with a chuckle as he rubbed my blond hair.
When I snapped back to reality I breathed out a breath,readjusted the scope,and I shot the bullet hitting my target. I was as bad as the people who killed my family. I am not a hero I'm a villain for my own agenda.
Before people saw were the bullet came from, I ran to the parking garage. Then I got in my car and drove home to report via email my first targets status.
When I sent in the information. my new boss sent me this:
A knife for you a bullet for the rest leaving a permanent reminder on your chest
That bit of information means they meant to play around with my head and turn me into a hit man. It all makes sense a hero was never my purpose I was given abilities for close combat. And I've always been a good marksman.
As I was thinking my phone vibrated with my next victims information in a text message.This distracted me from my thoughts leaving me too get mentally prepared for mission 2.
When I looked at the information it said that this man was sixty years old,powerful, and top it off the father of the twenty year old I killed. It said to kill him with explosives meaning I had to plant one in his office without his knowledge.
I decided to get an interview with victim 2 for an internship. I walked in talked with him while moving my hands to distract him. I stuck the bomb under his desk not activating it yet. When he said I didn't get the job I walked out. When I was a good distance away I clicked activate on my phone and heard the explosion.
I called 'Anonymous' and snapped saying ,
"Are You happy? Now give me my information."
He replied, "You work quickly and yes I am. You are superhuman in case retaliation resulted in injuries for you. We did what we could and made you invincible."
With that I said nothing, hanging up the phone. I was to angry at him to say anything. He will die soon.
It had been days clearing my thoughts. I looked at the clock and
saw I had slept two days straight.
Before that I didn't sleep for five days and I was exhausted.
I looked at my phone to see that a random person texted me.
Random person:Heyyy.
Me:Who are you?!!
Random person:Who I am is your new work partner.
Me: Nope I don't want a partner. Sorry to disappoint, but I don't care.
Random person: 😡
Random person: I know about that night. I was there as one of your friends.
A/N:
second chapter is already packed with some action and twists
What do you think so far?
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That October Night (First Draft)
ActionColton Green is finding the missing pieces of his life after he was in a coma for nine months. He thinks he was shot but somehow he survived unlike his family. Someone was protecting Colton and keeping him alive all those months. Colton wants to kno...
