I sat there as his blood began to gradually flood around me. I could feel the warmth of it fading and growing cold as it trickled down my fingertips. I could hear my heart race as I struggled to catch my breath. Breathing through my mouth I could taste the metallic tang in the air. There was so...much...blood. Deep, dark, and red. It was all over me. The red liquid looked like a pair of gloves on my hands. I was drenched.
The distant blare of police sirens left a ringing in my ears. I dropped the blood-soaked knife, suddenly aware it was still in my trembling hands.
I slowly rose to my feet, trying to maintain my composure. Hastily, I scanned the room, checking my surroundings, before my eyes settled back on the lifeless body in front of me. "Damn...does this ever get any easier?" I muttered, wiping my hands on my bare thighs. "It does, trust me. Now get the hell out of there! You've got less than 30 seconds!"
I skipped to the kitchen and grabbed a rag I found on the counter. "Ok umm...I just gotta make sure I don't leave any prints."
I retraced my steps from earlier that evening and wiped down everything I've made contact with. The wine bottle, the wine glasses, the candles, his belt buckle...Oh, and of course the knife.
I tossed the rag across the room and dashed to my jet-black trench coat hanging on a nearby chair. I wrapped it around myself, covering my naked, bloodstained body. Heading back to the living room, I started gathering my belongings and that's when I heard them.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Secret Service! Open the door!" I sprinted to the back door, clutching my things. I twisted the lock, flung the door open, and the fresh air hit my nostrils like a shockwave. I quickly scanned the area before I began my sprint to my car parked in a back alley a few blocks away.
"WAIT!" I heard as my feet hit the grass. "The picture. Did you get the picture?" I turned back around peering into the house.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Open up the door or we're gonna bring it down!" I dashed back inside the house pulling out my phone. "Shit!" I whispered as I turned on my camera and hovered over the body.
BOOM!
The front door rattled violently as picture frames fell off the walls shattering glass all over the wooden floors. Startled by the noise I jumped and dropped my phone in the cold pool of blood below. "Shit!" I said as I frantically reached to pick it up and wipe the blood off.
BOOM!
The door jolted again this time almost flying off the hinges. My heart jumped from my chest. "GET OUT OF THERE, NOW!" "I know! I know! I know!" I snapped back!
BOOM!
The door flew open and crashed to the ground as the police swarmed in, like ants drawn to sugar. There were at least a dozen of them.
Red and blue lights were flashing brightly behind them as they came in trampling over the door and everything else in their way. They scouted out the entire house. But it was too late, they wouldn't find me. I had already slipped out the back door and was in a full sprint toward my getaway car.
"Mission Accomplished. The pictures have been uploaded." I heard again in my earpiece. "We'll be in touch. Await further instructions."
The transmission ended as I continued to run off into the darkness.
YOU ARE READING
The Blood Assassin
AcciónShe's an undercover assassin in training, who uses her sex appeal to get what she wants. If looks could kill...then you better hope that you're not her next target, because the words 'Mission Accomplished' runs through her bloodline. She was molded...
