A Wannabe Assassin

A Wannabe Assassin: Chapter 3

The last thing he heard after he left was the lady's laugh. The sound was so sweet to his his ears, and he forgot the whole ordeal. If she weren't always so sad, she might actually be attractive.

Wait, what did he just think? He couldn't believe he even thought of her like that. She looked hideous.

But her laugh, he trailed off.

Feeling stupid, he drove back to his house, and took a long nice shower. It took a while for him to scrub the dirt off, and even after an hour, he still smelled of baby milk.

Was there even something like that, he thought. Apparently there was.

The moment he thought about the baby, he remembered the lady's laugh. He didn't know why it affected him so much.

He went to the kitchen and looked at the family tree. Of all the names, there were three names that stood out.

Parker Truck

Priscella Audi

Utopia Merian

Looking them up, he was dismayed that he couldn't find a proper address. But he remembered what Sherene told him.

"Markett's entire family lives in this town. We are a huge tightly knit family, even if we don't meet often, " Sherene said, when enquired about the history of her family surname.

Markett was the name of his house owner.

At that time, all he could think about was consoling her. Now, he realized that they were all in the same town. It strengthened his resolve to succeed in his killing. But where will he find them?

Frustrated, and confused, Joey decided to go out to the park. He had four days left. He decided to work on it the next day.

After drinking some coffee, he walked to the park. It was just a few blocks away. It was six in the evening, and the weather was very beautiful.

The sound of children screaming, and parents shouting was music to his ears. He never had a child of his own. Although he disliked babies, more so after his encounter with Piella, he liked children. They reminded him of his lost childhood, and he wished to see what his could have been through them.

Taking out his iPod, he plugged in his earphones, and started listening to music. He walked to a nearby bench and sat down. Sitting beside him was an old man, snoring. Joey tried to move a little away, but the man snored so loudly, even after he blared the volume on his iPod, it was drowned by his snore.

Not being able to withstand it any more, he got up, trying to shift to another place. Far across the park, there was a single seat remaining on a bench. Running to the bench, he missed the seat by a few milliseconds.

A five year old beat him to it. Joey scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. As he looked around, he could feel a few stares, and some of them mockingly looking at him.

"Good job, little fellow, you should go for the Olympics," Joey said, patting the boy on the head.

The boy started crying and ran to his mother.

"Now, now, Parker, what's wrong?" his mother asked.

Joey tuned out the conversation as he stopped by an ice cream cart to get himself a mango duet. All that running had made him thirsty.

Minutes later, Parker came running back to him, tugging him on the leg. Joey tried to walk away, but the boy had clung to his leg.

"PARKER TRUCK, get back her right now, " his mother called out.