The Assassin.

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The Assassin

    The thunder smashed the sky into a million pieces, sending a roar across the dark and forsaken night. Rain fiercely hit anything in its way, which became more and more untamed as the night sustained on. The mist moved sluggishly through the endless and lonely street, as it covered the scene. Lighting gave way through the sky after another thunderous roar. A stream of water flooded the drains as it strolled down the sidewalk.

In the distance stood a dark, long, over-shadowed figure, as it blended in with trees behind it. The street light shone across its face as the hat covered its eyes. It was a male, around six feet, standing strong with a black trench coat, reaching to his knees. The rain dripped off the coat creating a small puddle around his feet. He glazed straight ahead with his hands in his coat pocket without movement.

Far into the background you could hear a car approaching closer as the noise increased. A black, four by four drove past leaving a haze of water behind its tyres. Nothing was seen inside the car beside a figure in the driving seat. The wipers moved rapidly, wiping the rain off the windscreen. The car pulled into a narrow drive as the tyres crunched the pebbles below together, making a crunching noise. The engine switched off and then the front headlights, nothing was seen besides the small outline of a woman getting out. She slammed the car door shut and ran to the boot of the car keeping her head down as the rain fell upon her. Her keys rattled against each other as she unlocked the boot. The door swung open, she dragged out several bags, leaving one on the floor as she shut the boot of the car. She quickly picked up the bag and swung it over her shoulder and ran to take cover under the shelter of a house.

The house looked abandoned with tiles missing from the roof, rain dripping out of the gutter that was pushed out of line, the paint work of the windows and door frames were cracked and peeling off, grass weeds were built up around the paved doorway, and puddles of water flooded the entrance. The woman took big steps leaping around the puddles to get to the door. She placed her bags on the floor and put a key into the door, twisting it around vigorously. As she grabbed her bags, she placed her hand onto the round, silver door knob and she shoved her shoulder against the door to push it open several times and finally it swung open, as the door knob hit the inside wall. The house looked as it had been left unattended for a while because a mountain of post was lying in the doorway. The woman put her bags to the side and picked up the post, tidying it in order with her hands. As she was concentrating on the post she took her heel and hit the door to shut it. This closed out the light from any direction coming in the porch of the house. She placed the post onto a small wooden table and pushed the light switch but nothing happened, she then went towards the kitchen and placed her hand on the wall trying to find the light switch. The light came on and she took a deep breath of relief.

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Staring around looking at her empty kitchen, the woman crept forward opening and shutting her cabinets to see what was left in them. She placed her hand on the tap and tried turning it, but it seemed stuck, she then placed her other hand over it and gave it a twist and the water fiercely gushed out. This was left running for a couple of seconds and she washed out a dusty glass through the water. She filled it up and took a long gulp of water, as the front door creaked half-open with a sudden noise.

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