The Assassin

Chapter Nine

I opened my eyes. I was still laying on my couch, exactly where I was last night. I put my hand on my forehead. I drank too much last night. I stood up and turned to look at the bags by the door. I had earned over $7,500 in just the past week of so of being back on the job. It felt good. What do I spend it on you ask? Certainly not clothes. I'm still wearing the same outfits I wore ten years ago when I was 18. I don't spend it on pets, taxes, or even friends. I don't have any pets, taxes, or friends. I save it all, and whenever I have $250,000 I change my identity, and boy do I mean change it. I move to a new location, I dye my hair, I change everything about me. Everything. The last time I did my big change I dyed my hair all black, took pills to make me extremely skinny, and made myself look deathly pale. That's who I chose to be. I chose to be a scary assassin. I stared at the money. That's who I am, I thought to myself, no matter what I change...I'll always be a scary assassin. I paused and thought to myself for awhile. What if I could change? What if I could use my next big change and be normal? I mean, I kind of already did that. I didn't kill for two months and that's a long time for me. However, I mean like...maybe I could be normal. Like, live a normal life forever. Wait, I paused again. that's means I wouldn't be able to kill. I'd be tracked. I'd be hunted. I'd be caught. When people see me on the streets they run. They hide. They stare. That's what I want. That's how it'll stay. I walked into my kitchen and picked out cold beer from the fridge. Drank too much last night? Please, that doesn't stop me now. I walked over to my door and leaned to glance out the window. It was raining, again. I sighed and unlcoked my door to slowly open it. I looked around; not seeing anybody I turned back around to close the door, but the door hit something and wouldn't shut. I turned to see a large black leather boot in the door. I was almost scared to move. I held the door tightly so no one could push and get it. I looked at the boot for a minute. Then it hit me. Ezethiel. I yanked the door open.

"Ezethiel I told you alrea-"

The lights all shut off at once. I felt a large hand grasp my throat and throw me back into my cottage. I hit the wall inside and fell to the ground. I tried to regain my footing, but the tall person was already on top of me holding me down to the ground. I tried ot get free, but this person was huge. It couldn't be a woman. Too heavy. I took my right hand and smashed his face as hard as I could. I then stood and made a dash for my closet; where I held all my weapons. I reached for my rifle; the lights still off. I couldn't feel my rifle and I heard the man walking towards my closet. I reached over and locked all five different locks on the metal door. I was blind, but I was reaching around for any gun. I didn't want to risk melee fighting with this large man; he could easily beat me to a pulp if he wanted to. I felt panic rising inside of me when I realized none of my guns were in the right locations. It's as if someone had taken them. Dammit! I scolded myself. Where are they! I searched with my hands around the entire closet, but the guns were no where to be found. I reached for my only weapon; my dagger. I slid it out of the loop on my back and turned to face the door. I could hear the rain blowing into my cottage. My door was wide open; banging on the wall as the wind blew it uncontrollably. I waited. I wated for him to bust the door in and come in after me. I slid down the back wall of my closet and waited. I paused to realize he wasn't banging on the door on at all. There was no noise whatsoever. I stood up slowly and headed for the door. Once I reached it I put my left hand on the locks; holding my dagger ready in my right hand. I unlocked the door slowly and quietly. I turned the door knob and opened the door. I stepped out quickly and ran straight for my front door. I reached it and jump off my stairs; crashing into the muddy ground outside. I stood up and stared at my house. I could see the outline of my house, but I couldn't see anything but that. I couldn't see movement, or any lights on at all. I stood with my dagger down by my side. I relaxed, wondering where my attacker had gone. I got a bad pain to my head and shut my eyes in pain. I saw a flash of a long leather overcoat. I saw a huge leather boot. I saw my attacker. I opened my eyes and the rain was gone. The darkness was light. 

I woke up on the couch with four empty beer bottles on my lap...and Ezethiel asleep by my side.