The Assassin.

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The Assassin.

He moved briskly under the dark cloudy sky, quite unaware of the dismal rain which had begun to seep carelessly through his musty sable jacket. The dreary midnight moon peeped out from behind the drifting black blanket which covered the sky. His jagged facial features were highlighted as he hastily proceeded up the high slope. His face was long and pale. His grey staring eyes appeared cruel and motionless in the darkness of the night. He had thick black bags under his eyes as if he had not slept in days. His blue bloodless lips were pierced by sharp fangs, which gnawed ravenously into them. In his thin bony hand, something glinted. It was a gun.

He finally stopped at the peek of the hill, the bitter rain beating harshly on his back like razor-sharp needles. In the distance, there was the roar of a car as it sped freely down a lonely road. He knew what he had to do. He scanned the tall shadowy building. It stood abandoned and isolated in its grounds, with a clear brick wall surrounding it. As the dim clouds lingered over the house and its outbuildings, the strange man crept silently through the slowly rotting vegetation, nearer to the house. The damp mouldy smell swept past the man listening out for the any distant sounds. Bare towering trees loomed over the overgrown garden. The windows were a misty blue, with thick green moss clinging to the both them and the wall.  A hissing whisper rustled the undergrowth beneath the towering grimy trees. A long wide path led from the darkened building to the solid black gates. At the side of the path, there was a well. The man picked up one of the countless number of stones surrounding the well and dropped it in. He waited, listening carefully to the sound of the stone crashing into the water at the bottom. His wait was interrupted by the thunderous creaking of the gates swinging open to reveal the bright eyes and the growl of the huge car.

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He darted strangely into the darkened shadows at the side of the dwelling. The car purred contently as it came to a halt. The faint splash from the well, alerted the woman as she got out of the midnight blue jaguar. She gazed round attentively, focusing on any moving shadows. At one point she glimpsed into the dim gloom where he was lurking. He held his breath. She turned her head swishing her silky hair behind her as she moved quickly up the steep stone steeps to the front door. She felt the cold chill wrap itself wildly around her ...

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