It was nice and calm. The sun had just risen. It cast a pink glow across the sky. I was sitting on my front porch drinking a nice glass of a southern drink called 'sweet tea'. It was diabetes in a glass. So much sugar was used to create it. The sugar business would never fail as long as southerners were around.
It would be a calm day. Just me and my inner thoughts. I walked inside and turned on the TV. A bright red news signal flashed across it.
"Breaking news this morning. The Governor's son was found murdered in his bed . The details are too disturbing to talk about." The lady continued to talk. Her purple dress clung to her thin shoulders as she made hand gestures. "All I did was slash his throat!" I yelled at the Tv. "It's not 'too disturbing'" I yelled. Flipping back on the couch I watched as the news lady continued to talk about the 'horrible disaster' that's befallen them.
The Governor then came on the air. His voice shook as he barely held back tears, " Blake would have wanted us to avenge him. We will not let his murderer go unpunished! He will have justice! His death will not have been in vain!!" He broke down in tears. He walked away his wife in hand. She could barely stand.
I laughed. Yowling at them. "Your poor pathetic people." I screamed. I was still laughing when a knock sounded at my door.
I wiped the tears from my eyes and walked to the wooden door. Pulling it open a man slammed me into the wall. A gun was held at my head. The slam into the wall had left me dizzy. "Why!??" He screamed in my face. "I might need more information." I spat in his eyes. Blood had leaked from my nose into my mouth.
It splattered on his handsome face. He looked familiar. He pulled me off the wall and slammed me into the floor. All the air in my lungs wished out. He punched me. My jaw popped out of socket. Bastard!
I smashed my head into his. He wobbled back and I pulled my legs out from under him. I kicked him in the chest and sent him flying across the room. he growled and rolled into a crouch. I grabbed the candle stick off the mantle. He pulled out a dagger made of black titanium. I saw him throw it, I also saw it slide past my head into the wall. "Hey jackass! You need to aim!!" I snorted. He growled.
I didn't see him move until he had me down, my chest pined to the floor. "Now who has bad aim?" He laughed a breathy laugh. I pulled on my hands. He just gripped my wrist tighter.
"I have one question. Your life depends on it." He snarled. I grunted. "Why did you kill him?" His voice broke. It hit me. He was familiar. He looked like the the man I killed. "I was hired." I groaned. My lungs had been constructed, it was hard to breath. "Who?" He snarled.
"Don't know his name." I growled and pressed my head on the stone floor. Then the pressure vanished from my back. I coughed. Rolling over I saw my assassin on his knees clutching his head. I walked over to him. "Was he your brother?" I asked and for once in my life I felt bad. "Yea. When he showed an interest in politics, dad all of the sudden had a favorite.
I guess I became a rebel and trained in self defense. Blake was always weak and needed me to protect him." He smiled. I walked over the rubble to sit by him. " it was my job to protect him. I failed." He cried. I leaned back against the wall. "We all have a failure we are ashamed. You get used to it after a while." I yawned as I closed my eyes.
"What was yours?" He sat by me and looked at his hands. "I had a little sister. We were by the pool and she fell in." I took a breath out. "I tried to save her but she took in too much water and she died." He shook his head. "How old?" He asked " I was 6 she was 2" I wiped the blood from a cut on my brow.
He stood up and handed me a card. "I will be back tomorrow. Maybe we can fix this together." He walked out the door into the hot afternoon.
Woot! It hath been longer!!!! See you tomorrow!!!!
