Red Moon
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Shane's a full time hitman. He always works alone but when a group of also hitman called The Squad, visits him, he can't work alone. A friend of his who also works with the squad, calls him and tells him that's he's in danger. Shane and the rest will have to survive and defeat Shane's greatest enemy which he came back from the dead. He tells Shane about the mysteries of the red Moon and he says it's dangerous to be out in the open but they have no time to waste. While they're going to take down Shane's enemy, Shane's struggling to focus for he has too many memories about the past.Will they take out their enemy or will they be killed unknown? Or will Shane be killed, for he can't concentrate?Stay tuned to "Red Moon" FYI: Since they're hitman, there will be distributing parts but I won't make it that disturbing! I don't like it much either while writing and watching!
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I clutched the gun to my chest. The blood on my hands, outfit and hair knotted with it. The body stared up at her, mocking her. I finished the job. But why did I feel so empty. The assignment was to kill the target, not everyone that I did. But they always said whatever it takes to get the job done. I killed people for a living. I was good at what I did... I enjoyed what I did. Memories were filling my mind too quickly to stop them so I just let them run their course. *** His weight disappeared from me and his hand grabbed the front of my leather jacket and yanked me to my feet. One of his hands were wrapped around me throat while the other was flicking a switch blade back and forth. I stared at it, flicking in and out addicted to the trance. I looked up as his voice interrupted me. "What am I going to with you Liza?" "I don't know brother. Why don't you tell me?" "Hmm," his fingers brushed my face. He was vulnerable; I stepped on his feet and watched as he yelped in pain. I reached for the gun on the mantle behind me. I cocked the gun, the safety clicked off. "Liza?" His voice was weak and frightened. "Please." He was always a good actor. His eyes were betraying his words. They were dark with vengeance and fury. His body lunged towards me. I pulled the trigger, hearing a noise echo in my ears. I dropped the gun on the ground. My feet slowly dragged my body over to Liam's body. His fair blonde hair was turning a darkish yellow red from the blood spilling from his lifeless body. Previously named: 'I'm Back, And Now I Have A Gun'

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