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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. ...read more.

Middle

Wow, that restaurant has a huge window and I can see that inside there is a lot of bright colours. I think that it's one of those gay, Italian restaurants, I don't really know. I see that there are people through the window but no... he isn't there. They're just normal, boring people, if only they knew what I had in store for them. I'm doing these people a favour, as well you know. I'm about to lighten up their lives or destroy it; lets just say that after today these people will not be the same again. Ha. The sky is blue. More blue than usual. I suppose it's because I'm so high up. I never used to look at the sky. I mean really look up at the sky. I never knew that the sky was so pretty it calmed me down. Ahh little birds up there as well. Time is nearly up. Wait, wait and wait. What's this? A car approaches. I look at my watch, 12:15. He is late, making me wait here for fifteen extra minutes, the idiot! That doesn't matter now, I mean he is going to be dead soon. Why not now do you ask? Why don't I kill him now? I have to wait more I have to be patient. The car pulls over up against the kerb next to the restaurant. ...read more.

Conclusion

It's her! I killed her. I did, didn't I? I killed the love of my life. What? How? I blame my friend hate. You blinded me, I couldn't see. It was an accident I didn't mean to... (Sob). I'm sorry. It's raining heavily now but I look once more at the sky and it's still as clear and blue as ever. Am I going mad? I asked you a question... answer me! It doesn't matter anymore. Don't worry about me. I know what I have to do now. How am I meant to live without her, without her my life has no meaning. The only reason why I did all this is because I thought that it would get her and me back together, once he was gone, but he has not gone. She is gone. She is gone forever. I stand up slowly, wipe my eyes again and take a deep breath. I walk to the edge of the building and look down. It's a long way down but like I said I can't let a stupid thing like fear stop me. The edge seems friendlier now, more friendly then my friend hate. That's all I can say now, it's all that I can say, after all these years, all the hard work has led up to this. Trust me this is not how I wanted it to end. Bye, god bless you... The end. Written and directed by Patrick Zinga English Set 1 ...read more.

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