Original Writing: The Assassination

The Assassin lay in hold. She knew what she had to do, where to be, where to hide and at what m. She withal knew who the victim was. Now, all she needed to do was wait. She had perched herself in the neighbouring chimney. Her research had been done. The owners of the planetary hall were away on holiday. The house was hers. While she waited, the smell in the chimney was pungent. God what had they burnt in here? She could literally taste what had been burning. good-natured thoughts were trying to take over the smell of the chimney. It was starting to work until her immersion was broken by the sound of a car pulling into a driveway.The target was sighted. No, wait. It was the victims son. He didnt matter as long as he kept go forth of the way he would not fall to the like fate as his father. She thought ab expose how much was staked on her to commit no recognition, to the police, that there had ever been anyone there. She never did of course she was a professional. Her figu re found the trigger of the rifle and gripped tightly. The question was asked to herself as to why she was so worried as to killing her target. She had done it many a time and was the governments first choice to do this bravoation.A few cars passed on the dark, lonely(prenominal) road leading up to the driveway that was gloomy in the darkness sky. She sighed heavily, her sigh passed down the chimney and with the rest of the house. The silent wait continued The silence of the darkness was deafening. The thread of the rain was extremely wanton but the Assassin was soaked in effect(p) through to the bone. Somewhere in the distance a dog barked. Washington D. Cs weather was so decayed this time of year. The darkness was descending s lower-rankingly, the house, from where the assassin was perched, was dark, lonely and frightening.Lightening flashed above the house. In the lightening, the assassin looked like a zombie. The wind became stronger as the night dragged slowly on. The lights that ran parallel with the street were all burning silveryly get egress for one. The only one that wasnt working was the seventh one along. It was the one right outside the house. The rain had ceased in a flash. The tarmac glistened after the rain had stopped. The line of shrubbery reminded the killer whale of a war movie she had seen recently. The Front Line. That was the name of the film. Some teenagers passed by the house. They looked a bit drunk.The wind carried the dead leaves along the ground and through the air. The Assassin heard a noise approaching to her left She stubbed out her cigarette as the silver Mercedes(tm) turned off the road onto the muddy, rutty path leading to the house. The Assassin noted that the car had defective windscreen wipers there were mud streaks on the side and a damaged bumper. As the car came to a stop outside the house, Her victim checked his ascertain it was time for his favourite Radio Programme. So he sat in spite of appearance of his car, turned on the radio and listened to it in comfort.The Assassin cursed herself. wherefore wasnt he getting out of the car? She heard the music go on, so she lifted her rifle and looked through the scope. He was sitting with a bottle of Baileys, listening to the Radio. She waited a bit longer. Eventually, he got out. commode, now drunk, looked at his badge on his suit. It said John Kerry. Even though it was not raining, John stupidly regularise up his umbrella The assassin grinned to herself. She was lastly going to get her kill. John was staggering left and right, which meant her shot, would have to be even more accurate.But, luckily for her, he was about the length of 3 Double Decker buses away from the front door. She lifted the rifles scope to the man. She took aim, the trigger assure into the gun. As if by pure luck, the man tripped and fell right at the last second, causing the bullet to narrowly miss its destination. She couldnt believe it. choler swelled up in side her. She punched the gun so serious that it went overlooked that the silencer fell off to the ground below. Reloading her gun was quite hard while she was shaking. The sight was lifted again and the shot was fired.This time it produce him right in the heart. He went flying into a nearby wall. The force of the blow scattered all of his personal belongings out of his suit. The rubric had been done. She wiped the sweat from her brow as she was clearing up. But as she was cleanup up her thoughts went back to the shot. Could the shot have been heard? The floor of the chimney was searched but she couldnt find the silencer. Then her worst fears came true. Lights in the nearby house shot on. Then her thoughts were broken by the sound of a low groan coming from the driveway from crosswise the way.John was crawling towards his winding phone. Her full points were dropped to the lowlife of the chimney. She thrust her body off the roof, causing her to roll across the ground. A dagge r was pulled from her belt and was driven towards her victim. Her foot connected with the bottom of his jaw and the mobile phone causing only the mobile to scatter. He was grabbed by the neck of his suit by the Assassin and his throat slit. He died instantly. The Assassin stood up and walked towards the end of the driveway until she was stopped in her tracks by a mysterious figure at the doorway to Kerrys houseIt was Johns son, William. He was wielding a machete. William was quick but not as quick as the assassin. The second he raised the blade to charge, the murderer turned and threw the dagger, with perfective accuracy and precision, straight into the thigh of the victims son. His eyes opened wide but, as she intended, he was stopped in his tracks. He tried his hardest to concentrate on the assassin. The smart was excruciating. He staggered forward, unaware that the assassin was starting to make a run for it and the neighbours watching.They stared in disbelief as he pulled the d agger out of his thigh and attempted to give chase but was no watch for her speed. He thought she had gotten away until one of the neighbours, named Terry, offered him a lift in his car. Terry and William drove quietly along the dark road by-line the assassin. The assassin thought she had lost him but then she seen two bright lights coming towards her. Using her swiftness, she ran and blended in with the bushes leading to the park. The car pulled onto the bridle and the doors slowly opened.She put her go through on her put acrossgun. Just in case. They got out of the car slowly and carefully proceeded through the park. Suddenly Terry disappeared into the bushes causing William to jump. He investigated the bush to find Terry. He found Terry with a sleeper dart hanging from his neck. William left him. He went into the shrubs at the side. He had a hunch. She looked back out of the shrubs only to find that he had disappeared. Her hand loosened slightly on the handgun. She felt a cr ack in the back of her head as she went flying forward into the clearing.As she got up William was upon her like a shot. As she fought wildly to get him off her hand found something to be hard and sharp. Unfortunately for her William found the same item and they held the item between them each trying to stab each other. She set the item as her dagger. But her taking her eyes away from the attempt gave William the chance he needed to rip the dagger free from her grasp. As he brought the knife down into her chest as she found her gun, put to the back of his throat and pulled the trigger. William lay motionless.She felt a sharp pain in her chest what could it be? She wondered, gasping or breathe. Slowly opening her jacket, the assassin felt shocked when she realised that the blood was hers. She was feeling light headed now and cold. Maybe she needed a sit down to rest her eyes. Yes, that is what she mulish to do. It was mid afternoon the following day when the police found them Wi lliam unflurried lay motionless and pale. The assassin looked peaceful as if she were asleep. Why was it that she killed John Kerry? I guess we might never find out