The lonely, insolated house stood there redundant in the empty street, and was surrounded by tall decaying trees. Cracked window panes had wet black curtains flapping out of them. You could just about manage seeing a dim light flashing faintly inside one of them on, off, on and off. The old door was creaking intensively in rhythm with the wind- a wall stood there around the garden with missing bricks making it a hazard to others. Ivy of some sort was growing all over the deserted house and weeds up the drive way.
The Assassin quickly turned round as a red car screeched off the road into the think mud. The bumper was battered and on its last hinges, there were mud streaks across the car and with only one wind screen wiper working. The rusty car pulled up the drive way spraying mud from the badly gripped wheels and petrol leaking out of the pipes as it was trying to manage up to the door way. The car stopped, along with the engine. A woman stumbled out of the car-she looked like she was in her mid-fifties and clearly drunk. She was wearing a dull grey skirt with a black halter neck top. The woman then went to open the boot, as she did this her keys fell out of her pocket- she clumsily picked them up and gathered bags from the boot to the front door. The Assassin was lying there still, not blinking or moving a muscle. The drunken woman froze, like someone had just pressed the pause button on a remote control. She turned to look behind her, as she thought she heard a strange noise.
The trigger was pulled, and the bullet was fired. The woman spun around with a force that knocked her to the ground- her keys flew out of her hands and landed silently on the long wet grass. Blood poured from the skull intensively and her eyes were glossed white and her body grew paler and paler by the second. The woman just lay there. Silently and cold in a pool of blood which was increasing- she was dead.
The Assassin was staring at his target, and then slowly lowered his rifle. A small smirk was appearing on his face. He slowly and calmly started packing away his weapon and taking his evidence away with him-he then threw his bag onto his back and casually started walking towards his car. As the morning was appearing and he felt dampness in the air-he looked back at his target for one last time-he had done it.
