The Assassin

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It so happened that she must have got the bus home that night. The old, rusty buses, which have gum stuck to the seat, and cigarette burn marks in the back. The air was cold and icy and you could see your breath in front of you like a puff of smoke, as it hit the frosty air. The night was also dark. It seemed like no light was present as if there was just a massive black hole. The absence of light was incredible, the only source being that of a small flickering house light a mile or two away. A burned out car lay quietly in a nearby ditch silently watching the world go by. A rabbit scuttled past and smoothly glided into its burrow safe, and away from the rain and chill. She walked on, past the giant disused barn, and past the old post office whose large wooden sign creaked uneasily and moaned loudly in the wind. Last year's calendar still hung on the wall. Pictures from yesteryear were displayed crookedly in the window. The mystery man waited beside the house. An old house rotten with age, worn and battered looking. It had been mistreated for years, looking helplessly shameful standing in the cold, offering no protection to any one willing to live inside. He crouches in a puddle seemingly unaware of the dampness seeping trough the thin weaving of his faded and bleached overalls. He looks calm and steady. He had done thus before. It was clear by the state of his cloths that this was not his first killing. He held the knife is held firmly in his hand; sometimes a small flicker of the middle finger makes a rustling noise up against a dead leaf next to him. The gardens were elegant and overgrown, full of weeds and uncut grass. A reoccurring silhouette flitted between the bushes and shrubs. The face of the nameless man had an expression of fear and anxiousness as the figure continued to glide over the ground. A black cat appeared and crossed his path leaving the male with a face

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