"Do you call that perfect execution? Go again." My master has been teaching me the arts of assassination over the past few years. We have this room that he trains me in. It's only ten by ten feet, but that was more than enough. I specialized in fighting in close quarters. In fact, the inanimate dunnies I started my training with taught me that I only needed a three-by-three-foot room. The extra space just helps sometimes.
Where I used to work solely with inanimate objects, I recently graduated to assassinating real people in my training. They were very different from the dummies I fought previously. Where the dummies stay still through my attacks, the real people attacked back.
A beep and clicking sound signaled the sign of a new victim I could lay my hands on.
"Let's make this quick. I'm already in a bad mood," I told him. He wasn't even looking at me, though. He was looking at the pile of dead bodies I've accumulated from my last few day's worths of training. The smell must have been wretched, but I hardly noticed anymore.
"What... happened..." Big mistake for staring at the pile.
I took advantage of the situation and roundhoused his head clean off his body.
"Well done, my apprentice. You can take a break now. You should be proud." His monotone voice came over the speaker. I knew he wasn't proud. I would have to work harder next time.
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The Dark Side
HorrorA series of short one-shots based on horror. These will have major plot twits, psychological problems, murder, and more. Read with caution. While they are short, they can pack a meaningful punch if you aren't prepared. Mature for: -Gore -Occasional...
