How To Prevent An Assassin

The Assassin - Original Writing

It was a dark, cold, and foggy the night it took place. The fog was so powerful that I could not even see the colors of the cars as they eerily past me. My freezing cold hands were as blue as the sea and my leg felt like it was going to break from the amount of times I had slipped on the pavement it would probably. Been better to wear ice skates.

I walked a little further and stop a house. I squinted my eyes to see through the thick blanket of fog. This was it, The house that will be silent in the morning as silent as a graveyard because to night is the night when death would prevail. Providing that was if I got the final call.

I walked past the house then

And slowly walked into the house I walked past the staircase and into the kitchen trying to find a glass or bottle I could not see anything so I had to fell my way around I felt like a blind man without his stick.

My eyes started to adapt to the darkness and I could make out where the glasses were I slowly picked up the glass, My hands were numb and I could not get a grip of the glass I used both hands and grabbed hold of the glass I slowly walked back on myself hoping not to wake the man up yet, I put the glass behind my head like I was about to throw in on football and through it shattered I knew any second the man would come running down to meet his death I retrieved my gun as I heard his feet clattering on the stairs. My hands were placed on the trigger. It was colder than outside. The only thing to do now was fire it I saw him on the last step I pulled it back with my freezing cold hands.

The kickback hit me and knocked me to the floor. I saw the man fall to the ground blood drenching his t-shirt he was screaming I