A Worthy Hitman

Chapter Three - Disguise

I was flying through the air, it felt like I was free, free from all the stress I had from all these years. I could look at the bright blue sky, and finally, I could actually smile. Maybe this was the time I could be actually free.

It would be nicer anyway. I started to gain my conscience back again. No, it's not my time today, I have a job to do. I look down, and most of the road has been blocked off, there is only police men around the building. I start to gain my balance, and try to land with both of my feet.

I put my feet out, aiming for policemen's heads, as I fall down, I kick their heads to get a boost. So I can get by the huge crowd of police men. Some had fired their guns, but I managed to dodge it. Head after the other, I finally made it past the police. There was a long empty street to where they had blocked the road.

I ran, and I ran. My legs felt numb for how much I was running and jumping, and twisting and turning. Trying to dodge all the bullets that were shot at me. I have to make it, I just have too. I have no other choice, but really my choices are life or death, and both sound reasonable.

I start to get near the end of the street to where the road head been blocked off. I huge crowd was right in front of it, trying to see what was happening. These people are going to witness me, which is another problem to deal with, but I have to seek in the crowd, I need to get away.

, " Who's That Guy?!", a person yelled from the crowd. " ITS THE KILLER! RUN!!!". Another person had yelled. People were fleeing in fear, I run as fast as I can to catch up with the crowd. Some crowd members got shot by the police, they died as well, just from one little shot. I finally reach the crowd, and I flow with all the people like a river.

People were to scared to notice that I was among them. I was squeezed, it was hard to move, I saw police started to swim through the crowd. I had to hurry, so I started pushing people out of the way, people started to recognize me, and yell out loud that I was here or there. But I was too fast, before any police could reach me.

I have to find one alleyway, it's where I set up camp, I have a change of clothes there. I keep walking in the crowd, until I see one dark and dirty alleyway. So I start to dip through the people, until I got pushed out the side. And I ran into the alleyway.

I head to the darkest parts in the alleyway, I start to look in a pile of old, used cardboard boxes. And I see a bag of clothes I put there. I take off my jacket, then my shirt. I look at the cut on my arm, maybe there is something here to wrap up my arm with. I look for leftover cloth, and I wrap my wound with it.

I take off my pants, and shoes. I put on a white t-shirt, with a jean jacket, cargo shorts, and black sneakers. For the finishing touches, I put on a red hat, and tinted sunglasses. I put my black clothes in a bag, and tie it up tight. I head out of the alleyway. And straight back into the big crowd.

I try to walk fast, but it's so hard with all these people so packed together. I take one more step, and I bump into somebody, " sorry ", the guy says. I turn to look at him, and he was a police officer, but not just any police officer, one of the captains.

The guys is giving me a death stare, I try to stay calm. I nod, and walk away. Squeezing through more people. The police captain stays there a bit, staring at me as I walk away. I walk miles, till I get to my homebase. The homebase was an old abandoned warehouse on the outside of New York City. When I finally reach the warehouse, I stop by the front door.

I look at the place, for a while. I take out my gun, I could sense something on the other side of the door. I load my gun, and I open the big warehouse doors slowly. I open them, and I instantly put my gun in front, pointing, for who ever would get in my path. I search around the big room.

The warehouse is one big room, with a upstairs which is mostly a balcony. I walk in the old musty, grey room. I could the dirt and gravel crunch under my feet. I hear a scattering noise in the back. It was right behind me.

I turn around, and point my gun...

To be continued...