The Assassin – Creative Writing

He stood alone in the dilapidated old home. The shadows were gathered and the spell in the moon was shrieking in agony. His face was expressionless, with eye as sharp as a spinning hirele, His skin was pasty white. The television emitted a soft luminescence upon his face, highlighting his pupils. In his mitt, was as blade, long and sharp, The very point was shimmering as he slid the cloth up and down the side of the machete-like clapper, he pulled his slimy, buttery lips second over his yellow stained teeth and smiled.He sit down in his armchair in front of the television and slid the knife into the holder close to his waist.Then a loud ringing pierced the silence, He picked up the receiver and a shadowed, scratchy voice began to give him particulars 1145, Elm Street, He carried on, Hes a 62&8243ft dark haired guy He will be wearing a suit and will be carrying a gun. He was hold for one last detail 16,000. Then he dropped the phone and looked at the clock, 1055pm He go outside-hand(a) for Elm Street.The night was cold snow fell gently, giving the road a smooth, white blanket. The car engine purred as he sit down waiting and watching. The dupe was seen, the engine was stopped. He stepped out of the car and began to offer to where the victims car was parked. Both manpower were drawed to the parked car. The victim was a middle-aged man, shivering in the cold. When they both reached the car, the Assassin walked up to the victim from behind. thither was a flash of steel, a blood boiling scream and a final splash of blood. Then there was silence.6 Weeks later.Punchenellos hotel. It was old and beat out up. Most of the guests were drug addicts, drug dealers or prostitutes. On the top narration were two men the firstborn was Mr.Punchenello and the other was one of his men, trap Finito, He took out Louie, cut a great hole n his back. We gotta discombobulate this guy boss Louie Punchenello was getting frustrated,Ok, ok, ok I agnise provided th e guy to pop him, leave it to me Punchenello phoneed confident that his man would take boot of business.Back at the Assassins home, he was shining his blade when he authentic a letter that read.Dear Mr.PayneI know of your recent doings. 6 weeks ago you did a bantam job for someone, now I need you to do a job for me. Come to Punchenellos hotel tonight at cardinal if your non there, we will come find you. We need your s carry offs exclusive,11o clock.Yours doodly-squat FinitoThe letter sounded fishy so ooze would have to have a minute more firepower, just in case. goo went to see a man called Alex Gigoni A.K.A Ammo he supplied gook with more than a knife. A colt commando, pump-action shotgun and a some Molotov Cocktails.The clock hit 10o clock and Max was preparing his weapons, shining his blade. The time flew by and it was soon 1035 and Max was on his bearing.The car engine died and he stepped out, In front of the hotel. He knocked firmly on the door and Jack Finito open ed it Come in Mr.Payne, your late. The room was suddenly filled with men, all armed and pointing their guns towards Max. Reacting to the highest degree immediately Max dived out of the room while hurling a Molotov Cocktail into the room. The bottle hit the floor with a crack and a burst of flames flooded the room, it was like a bottle of fire had been opened. Max stood at the door of the blazing inferno, pulled out dual Berrettas waiting for men trying to get out of the smoke there were no survivors.Max had been set a trap, but he hadnt taken the cheese, so he was going after the rat, Punchenello at the top floor of the hotel. The elevator apparently hadnt been used in years and there were at least 6 floors. He would have to climb the stairs without being spotted by more of Punchenellos men.Max flew up the stairs and standing there was Finito, Jack jumped out of skin, MAX PAYNE How the hell did you survive that?? Lets just say an paragon was watching over me Your Finito, Finito a nd with that Max pulled the trigger on his handgun and blew Jack by. He carried on flying up the stairs soothe guardianship his guns firmly between his sweaty palm and fingers, he came to the penthouse door he could figure heavy breathing on the other side of the door.He unwavering the door open and saw Punchinello on the phone. Punchinello jumped out of his seat and reached for his gun. I wouldnt do that if I were you Max said in a self-asserting voice. Punchinello smiled I think that tables have already turned Max.Max mat up a guns barrel stick into the back of his head leading him into a chair in front of Punchenellos desk.Max saw him, he was 7ft gangling and built like an Ox soundless pointing his gun straight as Maxs forehead. Hello Max He said, Max hid his guns around his back waiting for his back to be turned. Punchenello began to speak to Max nigh how not to cosset paths with serious men We are dangerous Max, please dont think near making any more business aroun d these parts. We own this towns nation now and we wouldnt think twice about disposing of you. The large man in front of him pulled the gun away from Max, and Max sighed a sigh of relief. Punchenello carried on talking, but Max wasnt listening he was figuring out how to kill both of them so quickly that no sound could be perceive then Max remembered his blade with his knife in one hand and his handgun in the other.Max jumped out of his seat and drove the 8-inch knife deep into the hired Assassins back killing him today.Max rolled on the floor and jumped up, pumping Punchenello full of lead he could use his finger as a pencil.Someone must of heard the gunshots because the whaling of sirens could be heard in the distance.. Max jumped down the fire escape and ran into the night then he pulled his slimy, greasy lips over his stained yellow teeth and smiled.The Assassin &8211 germinal WritingEngulfing his surroundings, as it crept out from the opening of his mouth, the smoke late drif ted away from his lips. He leant back onto the damp wall, creating a haze of thick glaucous smog and slowly tilted his head backwards in ecstasy. He gently exhaled into the cold bitter air of the night. Frequently he would be startled by the wail of law sirens, but they became increasingly fainter as they moved further and further away, the occasional barking of a dog and the go of leaves by the alleyway in which he was standing were the only other sounds that could be heard.The adrenaline surged throughout his body and he was left fidgeting in anxiety. The potent smell of marijuana was vivid in the depths of the alley where he gripped a neatly rolled and tightly packed hempen necktie control stick he inhaled deeply and was breathing with deep satisfaction. As the THC floated through his bloodstream and as the dopamine was released in his b come down, he suddenly matt-up tranquilized and more relaxed. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his nerves and he swayed uneasily for a s econd, before shaking his head and regaining control.The sinfulness of the early morning was menacing few stars glittered in the night toss away and the subtle glow of the moon was partly concealed by the transition clouds, where black faded into hues of dark blues and deep, daunting violets. The gloom was still surrounding him and the frosty mist shrouded everything wanting to be seen. His shifty eyes watched in anticipation from the corner of an alley way for any variety of living being, while he clenched the revolver that was held in his mightily hand. The rubber soles of his sneakers were damp from the dew.From his still position, he could see the door of the flatcar from the light of a street lamp. He was trying to remain recondite to maintain his stealth. The rest of the scenery was unfocused in his vision, as he stared at the door in expectancy. There was no one to be seen in the empty street. The only breathing creatures around were a few alleyway rats, shuffling arou nd near the dustbins. The panorama of marshy green and soiled browns merged together to create the outlook of a wondering(a) situation.He became slightly excited as a midnight blue BMW M3 coupi?? was orgasm from a distance roaring from afar, before breaking quickly causing a loud screech leaving visible skid attach on the tarmac, the car slid to stop outside the apartment door where it knocked deuce-ace dustbins over. He noticed the scratch on the drivers side door and the discredited bumper from the collision. Even though the thought of his mission was driving him he knew it had to be done with care.He kept calm and composed still with the cannabis joint hanging from the tip of his lips. It began to drizzle with rain he elevate up his hood and placed it over his head to conceal his face. He pushed away from the wall, concentrating on his assignment. He dropped the joint as all of the content had burnt away and stamped it out. Desperately trying to make as little noise as po ssible, he stood up straight and prepared himself with not even a prayer in mind, for the sin he was about to commit.A tall middle-aged man emerged from the vehicle the man looked vigorous off with pinstriped trousers, a white shirt that became drenched instantly due to the precipitation, a colourful tie and a blazer that he slung over his shoulder. He slammed his car door in a port which made it obvious he was agitated due to his collision with the dustbins. He sighed loudly with disappointment as he observed the damage to the bumper and the scratch. The rain turned from a light drizzle to a heavy shower, the victim walked a couple of paces through the large puddles towards the building.Little did this man know that he was being closely watched, were these the last breaths of his life? He paused at the door while he searched for his keys. As he established the easy lay in which his keys were, before he had the chance to reach them, the loud sound of a gunshot echoed through the neighbourhood. A 9mm bullet penetrated through his head like a key in a lock, knocking him to the lay down instantly. Within a second, his mind departed the scene of flesh, blood and bones. wild his soul away from him, like pulling cotton through a bush of thick thorns.The victim lay there, the most stupid of people would be able to realise that this man was dead. It was a disturbing sight but the assassin still stood in the same position in which he had fired the weapon, with no mercy or reconciliation. The assassin slowly brought the gun back down to his side. He tucked the weapon into the back of his jeans. The assassin withdrew a cigarette from his a box of twenty Silk Cut. He lit it and took a deep draw and exhaled in a way of relief. He poked his head out of the alleyway to check if anyone was in sight, tho nobody but a stray cat was there.The surroundings were still the atmosphere was damp, depressing and dead. The corpse was lying frozen by the curb. In a cavalier fashion , he walked out of the back alley with his shoulders shrugged in chilliness his head low in cautiousness, and took a sharp left into a side street towards his carbon black Mercedes SLR. Unexpectedly, the wailing of a distant police siren grabbed his attention. The sound grew louder and louder and it seemed to be coming closer. A single drop of sweat began to form above his brow.What if he had been seen? What if for the first time, he had blown his cover? At that moment, a white police car rapidly passed by as he stood in panic. He sighed in relief and continued towards his automobile, uncaringly rattling his keys in his hand. His firm, steady footsteps delineate his attitude, hard, harsh and heartless. He entered his car seated himself, wedged the key in the ignition, turned on the engine. He took one last look at the scene through his rear view mirror and drove away never to return.