His line of work is a consistent mess, he doesn't mind it. Execution isn't as bad after a while the targets become worthless, the justice becomes irrelevant, the reason becomes the focus. Michael used to hate being an assassin but as any other assassin he became cold, the hunt a game and the killing a bonus. But this specific one would be tricky. Both to proceed and to live with after.
The traffic light switched to green and he crossed, the white note in his pocket scraped against his hand. It felt sharper than normal. He opened the car door and took a single breath before unfolding it and reading the text once again.
Maya Corelli, 242 Village ave, Houston Texas - Eye Witness
"jesus fucking christ, why did she have to be there?" he mumbled to himself as he turned the ignition on.
The apartment was small, exactly like he would have imagined. Maya had always been a minimalistic person. She was never one to want many things around her. Neither a lot of people.
However the white walls and carpet flooring wasn't ideal for the situation. He slowly slipped into what was the living area/Bedroom part of the open planning apartment. Quickly slipping around the wall. Getting the pistol ready he felt a punch on the back of his neck.
He let's go of the gun in surprise. Spinning around he is met with the eyes he hasn't seen in so long. She starred at him, her favourite teddy bear in one hand, his gun in the other.
"Hi dad" she whispered and fired the silver bullet towards his heart. In the last moment of his life Michael thanked the gods that his daughter was so much braver than the coward he'd always been.
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Golden Girl
Short Story"I used to believe in forever, but forever's too good to be true" A collection of short stories, some written from prompts and some original
