The hidden predator: paid assassins

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Ring
Ring
Ring
Ring!

"Hello?"

...

"Hello?"

...

"Mummy? Daddy?"

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"Maxis Bell Ann Karlos."

"Mum?"

"Wake up."
"It's a new day~"

Ring
Ring
Ring
Ring

Slam.

It was five thirty in the am, it was time to get up. The pale male rubbed his eyes, his tired, wide light baby blue eyes which glowed in the slight darkness, since it wasn't that late in the morning nor early in the night. His baby face like skin, smooth and no oil like face, being bunched up into wrinkles as he pulled some of his skin down his face, almost making his face droop down and almost string up. His spine arched up, picking up his neck gently which had the strength to strung his head up, his hands bending by the wrists, his palms facing down towards the mattress, covered in a silky cloth. His veins started waking up as they showed through his wrist when he got up. His hair went up from him picking his body up, before it plopped down on his face and went back to its just woken up, fuzzy and unbrushed state.

His legs started waking up as he bent up his knees by three inches from the comfortable mattress that was his bed. He blinked a couple times before he raised his left arm all the way up, like a 'I' shape and pulled his other hand, his right hand, over the back of his head, brushing softly against his hair, covering his scalp as he put his fingers on his arm, wrapping around . His thumb had left the group and went up in a thumbs up sign as he pulled his muscles in his arms upwards, arching his back again, his lip going up as he let out a soft groan. He then put his arms down, halfway until he intertwined his fingers together and pushed his arms forward, bending his back and making him slouch. He let out another groan as he then picked his head up, inhaling softly. His shoulders lifted up softly and his chest rose when he did this.

He then lowered them as he put his head down, deep in thought about what just happened in his mind while his body was shut off. He then turned his entire body around, now moving his hip bones and his thighs to move, to start dangling off the bed as he rested his hands down again. He slowly pushed himself up as his bare foot and socked foot landed on the floor, one feeling warmth while the other felt cold. Just cold. Ice and head pack in two different feet. All because of a sock. He lifted his head a bit as he used his brain to move his legs, stepping on the cold wood then the slightly warmer, fur coated carpet. He reached his locked door, but as he used his left hand to unlock it, he grabbed a utility knife in the other. As he swung the door open, it slammed on the wall near it.

It echoed through the house as he held his utility knife. He swung it in front of him with a dead look. He was met with nothing. Just cold air because a window was open from last night. He moved his eyes around like a humming bird, flying through the breeze, hungry for pollen. He slowly had his muscles and organs relax when he started putting the knife down. Though his walls were up, ready to strike anything that came near him in attack. He slowly walked through the small house. He was in there because he had a mission. So he went to that place. Guess where that was? Greece. Specifically, Pyrgos. He only had a day left. That was today.

He was going to meet up with the women later. He had get her. The only reason he had to was because she was rumoured to be a horrible women, who basically just hated everyone based on religion. So his boss sent him there to murder her. He gained her trust and she was coming over to have some alcohol, the most known, Ouzo. It was her favourite. She had her hair up in a bun, with a cloth like headband, her skin was fair, she had the darkest of brown eyes, her hair was a balayage brown and blonde and she changed her clothing from white to red. She was wearing red tonight. It was a Friday. She wore red on Fridays. She had the skinniest arms and she had a perfect hourglass shape. A simple rope could cut through her skinny little neck.

This is all he thought as the warm substance of caffeine entire his throat from his zig zagged cup. This would surly wake him up. As well as a very short shower for his last day..