Whispers

I still hear it

The crunch of blade against bone.

 I've heard that noise all my life yet this time it feels...different. of course it does as this time I'm not the one with the blade and I'm sure as hell not the one watching.

Sitting here in this hospital room, bandages covering my chest I have to believe, I can only believe that someone put a bounty on me. Yet even that doesn't make sense. One of the greatest assassin's to ever live, slipped up with a blade in the chest? He had the chance, but he failed. Assassins learn to abandon all emotion. Yet why do I feel that was the driving factor. It's why he spared my life.

Yet.... "Crap!" I can still feel the pain of this stab wound. I find it funny how these doctors find sympathy for me. I force them to try and save the already dead often. The doctor talking to a nurse just in the hallway catches my eye.

"Doctor!" He looks over, a bit alarmed but doesn't show any signs of fear. That's good, he doesn't know me. The door creaks open as he approaches me. "How long until I'm out of here?" I stare into his gentle, yet scarred eyes, the eyes of a doctor no doubt.

"Sorry, give me one second." He calls his nurse over and they talk. She hands him my file. As he slowly rifles through it his expression does not change. From concerned to concerned. "Well Mr.Attentäter. It appears you're almost good to go. We just have to check on a few more things. You've been unconscious for a bit, so nurse Julie is probably going to come in and ask about healthcare and the works but after that you should be cleared to leave."

"Thank you doctor." He nodded and walked off. As he said the nurse, Julie, entered after a bit.

"Hello there Mr. Atten- um..."

"It's no problem just call me Ethan."

"Sorry I'm terrible with names. Well Mr- sorry Ethan it appears you'll be paying straight

out of pocket. I do want to warn you this is a fairly expensive bi-"

"Once again, it's no problem. Can you just finalize the transaction so I can get out of here? I have a life to get back to, Ms. Julie.” 

"Of course, of course sorry to hold you up." And that was that.

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Finally I made it back to my hideout. Entering the warehouse, I looked around. With the huge vaulted ceilings concealed by shadow. Rows upon rows of darkened racks. Holding numerous abandoned products. Once they left the warehouse it appears they made a mistake and walked away without most of their products. Which made it the perfect base of operations for a man of my occupation. Looking at all this I could say with confidence, "home sweet home." I entered the backroom, opening the door I quickly checked underneath the carpet. Trapdoor is still there. I peeked behind my shelf to confirm that my escape tunnel remained. I grabbed my knife and pistol off the wall. Looking under my bed to pull out a gun case. Opening it the matte black sniper was as sleek as ever. Laying on top of a pile of black clothes.

A t shirt and thin, comfortable joggers, along with a black baseball cap. I holstered my pistol and put the sniper back into it's case after changing into my clothes. Also grabbing a black trenchcoat hanging off the door knob, and swung it around putting it on. I grabbed my knife and holstered in as well inside the coat. Before I left I sat down at my computer. Accessing the deep web. I had multiple offers. But right now wasn't the time for that. It was time to track him down. I would find him. Accessing his profile I knew he had more than enough offers to keep him busy for a bit. He could be in another country but I doubt it. He was waiting for me.