The Assassin
It is dark, bucketing with rain, but he does not shiver. He crouches in a small puddle under the large dead oak tree near an old wooden bridge, waiting. A full moon shines brightly through the bare branches of the tree, emitting ghostly shadows on him. He is wearing a long black waterproof coat and a large pair of boots. An unlighted cigarette is wedged in a gap in his teeth. Over his eyes is a large pair of dark sunglasses. One would not expect him to see, except this is no ordinary man. The time is near, a small old car with a damaged headlight draws near the bridge slowly and catches the assassin's attention, the assassin pulls a weapon resembling a long shiny piece of metal from his long coat. He points it in the direction of the speeding car and fires once.
He breaks from the crouched position he was in, and makes his way to the old decaying house that emerges noticeably in the black sky. A flash of lightening briefly lights up the house. It is surrounded by large ragged oak trees, the house is large, with bulky walls and an outsized wooden door for an entrance, some windows are broken and although it looks like it has been through a thousand storms, the structure of the house is great. The car stops just a few metres from it. The driver inside the car has literally been frozen stiff by the advanced weapon the assassin used. She is still holding onto the steering wheel. He pushes the car over the bridge with ease. He calmly carries on walking at a steady pace, towards the house as if he has done nothing out of the ordinary. All that barricades his path to the house now, is an old fence covered in rust and long weeds. Climbing the fence would not have been a problem but at the top is barbed wire. He will have to wait.
It is dark, bucketing with rain, but he does not shiver. He crouches in a small puddle under the large dead oak tree near an old wooden bridge, waiting. A full moon shines brightly through the bare branches of the tree, emitting ghostly shadows on him. He is wearing a long black waterproof coat and a large pair of boots. An unlighted cigarette is wedged in a gap in his teeth. Over his eyes is a large pair of dark sunglasses. One would not expect him to see, except this is no ordinary man. The time is near, a small old car with a damaged headlight draws near the bridge slowly and catches the assassin's attention, the assassin pulls a weapon resembling a long shiny piece of metal from his long coat. He points it in the direction of the speeding car and fires once.
He breaks from the crouched position he was in, and makes his way to the old decaying house that emerges noticeably in the black sky. A flash of lightening briefly lights up the house. It is surrounded by large ragged oak trees, the house is large, with bulky walls and an outsized wooden door for an entrance, some windows are broken and although it looks like it has been through a thousand storms, the structure of the house is great. The car stops just a few metres from it. The driver inside the car has literally been frozen stiff by the advanced weapon the assassin used. She is still holding onto the steering wheel. He pushes the car over the bridge with ease. He calmly carries on walking at a steady pace, towards the house as if he has done nothing out of the ordinary. All that barricades his path to the house now, is an old fence covered in rust and long weeds. Climbing the fence would not have been a problem but at the top is barbed wire. He will have to wait.
