Assassin
A drop of blood rolled down his hand; that bright colour red did not manage to bring about any emotions. He cast a thought back to his childhood when he fell over and grazed his knee, the sight of blood made him wild. He was weak. Now he was as cold as a stone and after taking so many lives, after seeing waterfalls of red gushing out of his victims.
The assassin was standing on a building crouching so that he would not be seen. He was a shadow of the night. The rain poured heavily drenching everything. The temperature was dangerously low but he did not even shiver. The raindrops smashed against his scarred face, which was covered only revealing those dark, mysterious eyes. He knew that he would have to stay still, motionless for hours
before he might be able to move. His strong point was not being able to move swiftly and elegantly and not even to kill, but to sit like a predator waiting to attack.
"Rickimaryu, you are doing well," said his teacher " you will become something great one day!"
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.
A drop of blood rolled down his hand; that bright colour red did not manage to bring about any emotions. He cast a thought back to his childhood when he fell over and grazed his knee, the sight of blood made him wild. He was weak. Now he was as cold as a stone and after taking so many lives, after seeing waterfalls of red gushing out of his victims.
The assassin was standing on a building crouching so that he would not be seen. He was a shadow of the night. The rain poured heavily drenching everything. The temperature was dangerously low but he did not even shiver. The raindrops smashed against his scarred face, which was covered only revealing those dark, mysterious eyes. He knew that he would have to stay still, motionless for hours
before he might be able to move. His strong point was not being able to move swiftly and elegantly and not even to kill, but to sit like a predator waiting to attack.
"Rickimaryu, you are doing well," said his teacher " you will become something great one day!"
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.
