"When was the last time you have eaten?" The mystery man asked, gazing at how swiftly I was ingesting my meal. I shot him a sharp look. Who does he think he is? The disrespect!
We sat in silence until he opened his mouth once again, only to whisper, "Concerning the job..." The air around us seemed to still and everyone's chatter died down. It felt like it was just the two of us. He had my attention.
"What about it..?" I whispered in response. An eerie chill went down my spince as he shot me an icy look.
"I want you to kill a man." He said simply, not whispering anymore. He was perfectly still, like if he wasn't talking of another man's life coming to an end.
I frowned intently. "Who do you want dead so badly?" I asked bluntly, cutting to the chase.
He didn't seem taken aback by this comment at all. "You shall not know his name or backstory." He responded. "Only what he looks like."
"I do not know if I'll be able kill someo-" I started, but he spoke over me.
"I'll pay 25,000 American Dollars." My eyes goggled at his response. That's more money than I've ever dreamt of! That was enough to persuade me in.
"I'll do it." I said firmly. I didn't want to miss out on a chance that big.
His face lit up. Even a small smile was painted across his face. I was eager to start and finish. "Good. I shall train you." He exhaled. "It shan't be easy, but I'm sure you'll get it right."He said enthusiastically.
Dear, diary: There is something so... good about being a cold hearted killer...
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The British Assassin
Historical FictionIn the late 1800s, an orphaned 19 year old named Etta is contacted by a mysterious man. He makes her a trained assassin, she hunts the man who killed her family, mysteries of her past unflold, and mystery man isn't who he says he is...
