The assassin Tick tock, tick tock. Time sure goes slowly when you're waiting. Waiting for what do you ask? I

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Hatred love part 2: The assassin

Tick tock, tick tock. Time sure goes slowly when you're waiting. Waiting for what do you ask? I don't even know yet, maybe I shouldn't tell you; maybe I should just keep it to myself. That's just what I have been doing for the past year. Waiting. Slowly. Preparing for this moment, like a world-class chef prepares for an exquisite meal for the queen, you know, so carefully, elegantly, making sure there isn't the slightest mistake. That's just what I have been doing, preparing. Well the wait is almost over. Today it ends. In just a few hours or so I'm going to do it, I'm going to do what I want to do. Am I scared? Of course I'm scared but I mustn't let fear disturb my concentration, otherwise there will be no point of me being here. I feel the sweat dripping from my forehead to my lips, the taste is salty and makes me a bit sick. What am I doing here? Waiting. Still waiting. The waiting is unbearable but as they say, the end justifies the means.

Where am I? Well I'm feeling a bit dizzy so that must mean that I'm a bit high up, not so high as to touch the sky, just six storeys I think. I'm sitting or lying down, I don't know. I've been waiting up here for so long it hurts. I have nearly forgotten why exactly I am here until I catch a glimpse of it. It's just lying there with me, next to me, almost touching me. It makes me feel so dirty but its there for a reason; it is the greatest part of my plan. When the time comes I will have to touch it but only when the time comes, not now. I quickly glance away from it. I never really had seen one before yesterday. Only ever seen them in the movies, I never knew that they felt so cold, that they looked so black and that they were so big. I'm not really a bad person. This does not make me a bad person; at least I don't think so. I'm just doing what needs to be done; I'm doing everyone a huge favour by getting rid of the garbage. Am I? I'm confused. Lots of emotions are overcrowding me. Hurtful emotions, harmful ones tears fall from my eyes, I don't know why, they just do. I'm thinking it through. Everything. The plan. the reason of me being here. More tears fall. I have finally convinced myself that this is the right thing to do. More tears and my eyes water, I should take this balaclava off but I must not risk anyone seeing me. Hate. That's another emotion. That's one thing that I must focus on now. Hate is my only friend and this thing that they call love is my enemy, not real. Hate will help me through this... I hope. All I can do is wait.
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Have you worked it out yet? Who am I? Why am I here? What's my job? Well if u guessed that I'm middle-aged man, dressed in all black, with a balaclava on my head, on top of a rooftop with a sniper gun next to me, then well done you are correct. The building that I'm in I must say is special; I picked it especially for this mission. The building is as grey as a black cat and quite tall. I think that it was left abandoned or something, I don't know. The windows are broken, the ...

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