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Why is it plans always have to go wrong at the last minute.... At least that's what Connie thought as the knife fell to the floor.
A bird squawked at the edge of the forest, followed by the swish of an arrow and a thud. It made me shudder. Life was brutal and it took no prisoners, not even a defenceless bird.
I heard a knock on the door and I knew it would be him. I breathed in a long sigh before opening the door, to find out I was right.
He was feeling sharp that night, like the edge of a dagger catching moonlight. He knew what he did wasn't right, but the contract was paid, he must kill him that night.
He beat his feet to his penthouse suite, hiding out without a doubt. On the run, was the son-of-a-gun, from who - nobody knows for true. A battle of one to ensue.
In dark stone hallways I linger; hidden. Only the shadows you see. A ghost, a spirit, An apparition, Is all that I am to thee. A morbid plot Of execution Swirling about deep inside.
I heard a knock on the door and I knew it would be him. I breathed in a long sigh before opening the door, to find out I was right.
She opened her eyes to white. That searing, scientific, spotless white. It burned itself into the back of her retinas. She tried to remember. She did.
"The target was taken out. But he wasn't the only one she hit. He dodged, her bullet fatally hitting an innocent." Peter informed.
Klea watched the house quietly, from the shadows of the forest. The trees moved around her, like extended limbs, sighing like weary elders.
The painted houses clinging to the hillside glare orange with the late-afternoon sun. It is almost impossible to look across the harbour without shielding your eyes.
Barry stopped the car. He was there. He stepped out and walked into the building Michael had said for him to. 9:00pm on the dot.
An explanation Firstly this isn't my normal style, area or even something that I think is reasonably good.
That night I lay awake in bed for hours thinking about what I could do, if anything.
That night I lay in bed wide awake trying to convince myself that it was just a stupid crush and that next time I saw Chris I would be able to breathe properly and I see him as just a target.
Nobody ever said life was easy but I never thought I’d be standing here today, gun in my hand ready to pull the trigger to release the bullet that would kill my best-friend and save the one I...