Diary of an assassin
- LECTURAS 34
- Votos 5
- Partes 4
Contenido adultoContinúa6m
Última publicación dom, jul 3, 2016
"Vayne you need to get out of there he has backup " a voice over a head piece calls out . I don't stop ... I never do . I kept following him , he ran under the gated fence , like I knew he would. Ignorant little boy he tried to climb only being shocked over and over again . I look at the cut down warning sign . " whoops was that me ?". A guy with a knife charged at me , I stopped and stared I aimed my glove crossbow thingy whatever my weapon makers called it and shot . I started running again following his obvious trial he left into a warehouse . I saw him and stopped , I took a throwing knife and aimed for him , I swiftly turned behind me and threw killing another one of his back up men ... his last back up man . I looked back at him and killed him.his blood splattered in my face " fuck you my new hood is dirty now you asshole "
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