Hello my name is Arthur Kirkland i have a million and one enemies all because i cant hold my tongue and when i have an opinion i say it and don't think of the consequences. This sadly got me shot,stabbed, or both...at the same time my job also isn't helping since im supposed to work for a assassination company meaning i have to travel from one place to another alot,but one particular mission I sadly failed in cause i couldn't find it in my sarcastic big mouthed heart to kill him and ill explain why.
It was a december evening 2 weeks before christmas when I ran into him, almost dropping my suitcase i had been carrying cause the snow made it almost impossible to move "Sorry..." the man said rather loudly as he reached a hand out for me to grab, taking it and looking up at his face i immediately knew who it was, "what in the bloody hell is your rush" so maybe i regretted asking him that way but at the moment i had to at least "act" mad "im kinda late for a meeting- fuck i messed up you suit im so sorry dude but i really do have to go,here this is my business number call me tomorrow at 7:45 and ill get you a new suit or something,but like for real im sorry my man" how he spoke was rushed as he had stumbled over his words, he had quickly shoved his card into my hands and ran off before i utter a word 'well that was...strange' i thought looking down at the card in my hand "As i thought...Alfred Froster Jones...I found you by accident...this is gonna be a easy job" I told myself as i looked at the direction he ran off too,foot prints showing me in the snow 'New York is to bloody cold' I complained as i began walking to the nearest hotel.
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FanfictionArthur Kirkland is a assassin Alfred Jones was supposed to die by Arthur Kirkland for a client who wanted him dead,but an emotion he isn't familiar with stalls him from doing his job. (this is gonna be a series i think, im not sure yet) *note: I o...
