Assassin
Raju Singh
I spotted her in her car, going home I hoped. I followed her
and when she pulled into the driveway I rode past, making sure
of the address.
I got my stuff together and headed towards the bitch. I needed
the cash, bad. I parked my bike a block away and carried my crossbow
and rifle through some backyards.
I climbed the tree in her front yard; I had a perfect shot at
her if she would just walk into the bathroom. I waited for almost
an hour, waiting, drinking, smoking.
The waiting started to burn my gut. I shot my crossbow line,
it was loose but it would hold me, I swung across and through
a window. A scream meshed with the sound of breaking glass.
She was right in front of me. If I'd have waited a couple more
minutes she might have come in sight of my scope. She was in
a skimpy nightgown; she was beautiful, but there was no time to
think of that now. I needed the cash.
I grabbed her hair and snapped her head back. I could see her
jugular - it stood out, exposing itself to me. I heard her yelp
for air as I unsheathed my dagger. I thought back to what my
teacher had said. Don't fall victim to the screams - you can't
hear them, and if you move quickly with strength you won't hear
them.
My blade seemed like a laser fusing through her flesh. She had
no time or reason to plea for her life.
I found the front door and went back up the tree to retrieve the
rest of my equipment. I seemed to take forever to get to the
building. The elevator was slow and broken down. The stairs
would be faster. I was going to collapse; the killing made my
heart throb with artificial life. I needed the needle, now.
I awoke a day later. The cash had been slipped under my door
with new orders. The picture was old but so was the man. He
couldn't look too much different. He was a fat son of a bitch,
must have been a pro wrestler or something. He was 4 days late.
He was supposed to deliver 2 kilos on Friday. Four days, another
2 hours and he'd be dead.
He was bigger than I thought. He looked so peaceful sitting in
his easy chair with his six-pack and popcorn, watching the basketball
game. He would be easy, too easy.
I opened the door and walked in front of the T.V. He knew what
I was there for. He went for his gun. I grabbed a 6-inch spear
from my sleeve and nailed his hand. He cringed in his seat.
I gave him a sharp kick in his face - should have broken his nose.
He rolled backwards in his chair and before I could think he
lunged at me. He caught me with an uppercut, then he picked me
up and hurled me at the wall. I hit, hard. I was cloudy but
I wasn't out. He came at me again and rammed himself into me.
I felt some ribs crack as I was concentrated into the wall.
I hit the ground. I guess he must have thought I was out. He
leaned over me and I gave him another quick boot to his head.
As I rolled away I grabbed another spear and stung him in his
forehead. It slowed him but he was too pumped up - might've been
the coke.
As he lunged at me I removed my sword from my sheath. I dodged
left and swung downward with all the strength I could focus.
His face looked so peaceful again. I guess that's the only way
it could look without its body.
Copyright 1987 by Raju Singh. Unauthorized duplication,
posting, or publication is strictly prohibited.
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