There stood a young adolescent learning from his teacher, he was tall and for his age he was very well developed. Despite his sheer strength and power he had many other talents. He was as agile as a cat and would often climb trees, swing off branches and even jump out of windows! His speed and agility were surprising for a boy of his size. He was also academically gifted and enjoyed philosophy and literature. With all these talents it was a crying shame that he had no parents, he was an orphan left on the streets by the killers of his parents. The only person who he had learnt to love and to trust was his master. He had given him everything; knowledge, skill and most importantly love.
There was movement in the trees; the assassin immediately without thought leapt down and landed on his feet. A guard was patrolling carrying information. The guard’s eyes opened with horror, struck by fear all he could say was “You!!” Before the guard could take his next breath the assassin charged. A swift but hard blow to the chest left the guard unable to breathe. A thundering kick to the head dislocated his neck and left him dead.
He looked into his victim’s eyes and saw himself. He was as cold and as void of emotion as dead body. He was death.
Once he was on top of the building it was time to wait again. It was strange that death himself was in a place of such beauty. The storm had calmed down now and there was light rain with a gentle breeze. The shining of the moonlight illuminated everything. The small village was deserted; everything was silent. There was a garden nearby which was enchanting. There were many exotic flowers all creating a bright and colourful effect. He could see through some windows how a family was sat on the floor in a circle drinking tea. They were wearing white robes, which gleamed, under the candlelit floor. White, it was such a pure colour. He was dressed all in black, an invisible being.
“Rickimaryu, pass me the tea,” his master said, “what do you think?”
“It’s very warm master, and sweet as well,” the young man replied.
“Well you have been working all day in the rain. You deserve it.”
The windows smashed a dark figure leapt through. He took out a sword, which was so sharp it cut the air in pieces. The master grabbed his sword and they fought. The young man was intensely scared, he had learnt so much about this but had never used a weapon or even his hands with the intent to kill. Before he could get a weapon his master was on the floor. He was dead. On the floor lay the body of a withered, old man. The young man wept greatly and held on tight to his master. He looked up and saw something that was even worse than this sight of death. The dark figure did not kill for pleasure, for revenge or even anger; he just did it. The young man peered into the eyes of death and the tears stopped.
A tear trickled down the assassin’s face and thoughts of the past began to flood his mind. He had so much anger inside him after his master’s death; he swore revenge and bitterness filled his mind. Hate consumed him until he could no longer smile, cry and love again. He was only good for one thing killing people who deserved to die.
Below the rooftop there was a party going on. Rich government ministers were sitting down and discussing what to do about the increasing number of violent crimes. However these ministers were very
Corrupt and would find shortcuts resulting in the suffering of innocent people.
“Time to die old men” said a deep, chilling voice.
The greedy minister was shocked.
“Why do you want to kill us? We are not guilty of any crimes!”
“I am here to stop the many crimes that you are planning to commit!”
As soon as he drew his sword it was all over. Many dead bodies lay on the floor. This bloody sight could not be justice; whether it was for a good cause or not it was still murder.
The Assassin fell to his knees and began to cry. He had not felt emotion for years and now could not control himself. Tears flowed down his cheek and he made whimpering noises.
A guard came from behind and stabbed the assassin. As he felt his miserable life slip away he thought of all the people he had killed. He imagined what life would have been like if so many unfortunate things had not occurred. From where he lay, he could see the night sky. He closed his eyes and sighed; he was so tired.
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