I got home and began thinking about my options to make my life a bit more interesting. I went through the usual options of having a nice vacation in the Bahamas, moving to a new country, or just getting a new car; yet, they all fail to peak my interest. I wanted something extravagant to happen, like a zombie apocalypse or a nuclear war, for all I cared. I began surfing around the deep web, looking at all the illegal things it had. Then I saw an advertisement on the screen, “Is someone causing a problem in your life? Hire one of our special members to take care of them.” My interest was piqued. I clicked on the ad, only to find it was a ‘hire a hitman’ website. Then, out of the blue, I had an amazing idea to hire a hitman on myself. It would …show more content…
Unfortunately, I wasn’t fast enough to see what he looked like. Being the impatient person I am, I walked up to the entrance of the restaurant and could see a small envelope on the floor. I opened it and found a small note, which said “Tag you’re it.” My happiness was cut short to the sound of gun shot. As I ducked behind a chair, there were already 2 holes in a brick wall. “Crap, he’s shooting at me. Where is he firing from,” I asked myself. He must have been using a silencer, as I couldn’t hear where it came from. I completely fell for his trap. He knew I was following him. “I’m such an idiot. What do I do now?” I pulled my USP-9 out of my gun holster and immediately ran inside the restaurant, into the kitchen, as a bunch of Italians shouted at me. I darted my way out, which led me to a dark alleyway. Fearing for my life, I ran down the alleyway, my adrenaline pumping. As I came close to the end of the alley, I heard something “whiz” near my ear. A bullet nearly just killed me. Immediately, I ducked behind a big, steel bin. I pulled out my pistol and slowly aimed at him while still under cover. I fired a shot. A loud “BANG” sound shot out as the bullets exited the barrel of the gun. Direct hit on the head. Still gasping for air, I slowly walked to the body. It was a Caucasian man, about 6’1 with, of course, a bullet through the eye socket. 10 minutes later, I get a phone call. “Do you know what you’ve just done!? We will kill you.” As the call ended, I started laughing hysterically. I was so close to death, and yet, I never felt more alive than this in my entire life. This is just what I needed, and I already couldn't wait for the next person to kill me. Only, next time, it would be by my
As I walk to the store to pick up snacks for the next half of the super bowl, I am trying to make it quick. I finally arrive at the store and quickly get my two favorite items, skittles and an ice tea. Thinking to myself that this is all I need, not knowing that it would be my last meal. On the walk back home, I have a feeling that I am being followed. I speed up. I turn around to find that a grown Hispanic man, mid-age, and heavily built is in fact, following me. In my head, I just want to make it home safely. Every move I make, he makes the same moves. Finally I turn around, quite nervous, to see if there was a problem. Next thing I know, we are on the ground fighting. Here I am, seventeen years old, up against a man in his thirties. As we fight, I know that this situation isn’t going to end well. Last thing I remember is being shot in my stomach. While I lay in the grass taking my last breaths, all I could think is “Why me”?
It was a hot summer afternoon with the smell of fresh pizza out of the oven in the air just after lunch at around 4:30 pm when it happened. He was an African American man, about 5’9”. He looked and smelled as if he had not shaved or showered in months. He had on a stained navy blue button down shirt almost 2 sizes larger then him and wore saggy torn up pants which were held in place by a belt. As he asked for a cup of water I replied by saying all we had were bottled water and since it was not my store I had to have him pay for it. As I said this he began to get frustrated and started throwing whatever he could find to the ground then pushed over a large stand full of calzones causing it to come falling down and causing a huge mess. After being told that cops were on their way the man left the store and did not return for some time.
As my family and I walked into the plane, we were excited. The plane ride to jamaica stopped in L.A. and, after that, it went to jamaica. When we arrived in Jamaica it was really hot, but it was wet. I immediately took off my sweater I was wearing on the plane. We took a bus to our hotel. Then we started swimming in the water park. Every night there was a show in the main stage. The next day we woke up early to go to chukka. It was awesome. We saw a great house, rode on horses, and did a challenge course. After we came back from Chukka, we went to the water park and swimming pool at the hotel. Then we ate at fresh, which we went most of the time. The next day we woke up earlier to go to the dolphin cove. The bus was an hour late, but the wait
As the waitress brought me my meal, she is whispered to me that Moe was actually a mad ex-con. Also that this cafe was actually fake and just to trap young waitresses and just a trap for young waitresses and hold them captive. Sadly,the waitress herself was a victim of this crime. In complete shock, I told her to leave with me. But she couldn’t since she was restricted by an electrically-wired ankle monitor. The type of monitor that was used for people on house arrest. Somehow,Moe managed to take it off and run this mad house. I then tried to call the police but there wasn’t any signal,leaving me isolated with no outside help. This left me with no choice but to attack the villain. I devised a plan along the sports fans sitting in the next
*a frosty drizzle on Orient and Kennedy, New Jersey* Bullets ring out into a distant fog. Every hood has stories. Fact for fantasy, the poet's license creates annals in time. Every stroke of the pen, another soul born. Universes surge through inter dimensional space, pulsating within microcosmic precision. I see the Earth. A human goes by. By focus of my mind, I glimpse his shadowy figure. Military tactical down to the kevlar vest, black cargo pants tucked loose into no tread combat boots, and google glass shades; decoding the entire street, he looks around to browse for witnesses. A shotgun barks in the distance. Snapping into his draw, the hooded assassin readies his sidearm. Laser sights thumb through fog with patience. Two surgical shots,
I had a great time during my vacation in Myrtle Beach. First of all, myrtle beaches were beautiful. I went to Myrtle Beaches on summer 2013 for ten days, and I had a good time with my family. It was always about 90 degrees
This past summer, my family and I went on a cruise to the Bahamas. We had just docked at the second port, Nassau, and were preparing to exit the gigantic ship named the Carnival Fantasy. Once we got to the city, I noticed it was bustling with people of all different backgrounds and cultures. The roads were narrow and some even hilly. I remember coming to the conclusion that a lot of people in the Bahamas must have road rage what from the blaring car horns I could hear around every corner. My family and I were walking along the sidewalk, glancing into shops as we passed them. The weather was unbearably hot, but growing up in South Carolina allowed my family and I to push onward with our adventure. The sun burn on my back started to pulsate in pain any time the sunlight hit it, so we decided to stick to the side of the buildings that provided shade.
I got a call to pick up a package in a courtyard behind an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. I took the stairs up all 18 levels of my housing complex, like normal. Just because I’m a hermit doesn’t mean I can’t stay in shape, which, like my precaution is another habit I picked up from an older job. I took the subway from the station near where I lived, and strolled over to the pick-up location from the nearest stop. All of this was normal. Also customarily, I was carrying an old revolver. The thing was practically an antique, but it was all I needed and you can’t fault me for being cheap. High crime in the city was found in the low income, but high population areas of the city. The location I was in may have been low income, but the people who were once here were already long gone. I arrived at the pick-up location, seeing a stern looking, well dressed man standing in front of a car holding a metallic silver briefcase. Inside the car was another man of similar appearance. I was within ten paces of them when I knew there was
“Wake up. Our plane takes off at 6.” These were the first words I heard on December 14, 2007. As I remembered we were going to Florida, I hopped out of bed and threw on some clothes. I slept threw both plane rides and when I woke up we had landed in Florida. I unbuttoned my winter coat as I stared at the bright blue sky and felt the warmth of the sun through the plane window. Once out of the airplane, I took a deep breath in, and humid, thick air filled my lungs; I looked up at a palm tree and saw a bright green bird looking right back at me.
I scampered quickly down the half illuminated corridor, made a sharp turn into what I thought was a storage closet, and forcefully hurled and crashed into a large object that made a loud racket, announcing more unwanted attention that I didn't need. The entrance to the janitor's closet was dislodged, and the rest of the supplies were scattered around on the ground. I don't know who was after me, but I did know that I'm not enjoying being pursued, and I could tell that they didn't enjoy my company either. Wherever I was, I needed to find an exit, and quickly. I grabbed the most formidable weapon I could use.
Gunshots had fired rapidly by the drunk driver and his three friends. We all heard someone say “Everybody on the ground and don’t move”. I made sure the gunmen didn’t see me. I took a look up
I stood there just staring I could not move. Every time I moved o\n took a breath I felt him getting closer. Quickly, I had to do something but I did not know what. I feel like he has a gun or a weapon but I do not know for sure. I was 5’4 and 87lbs., and this guy had to be at least 6’9 and 250lbs.. There was no way that I would win in a fistfight so I just had to sit there and hope he would not see me hiding. I decided to run, I got shot in the leg.
I rip out my pistol from my pocket and a woman in front of me. Bang! She drops to the floor. A second shot fired but not from my gun. I look down at my stomach and blood is seeping. A blood curtailing screams comes from the crowd and they
You’re probably wondering what I did. Well, where do I start? Let me begin on the day my little brain came up with this supposedly brilliant idea. It was on a summer’s afternoon and the sun was gleaming directly against my face as though it was ready to burn me to a crisp. I blocked it with my right hand but then something else caught my attention. Three men in ski masks held large rifles in one hand and in the other bags of what I assumed to be loads of money. They ran out of the National Bank and jumped into a beat up van, drove off only leaving smoke behind them. Somehow I was able to read the license and memorized it. The usual citizen would have reported it to the police but I decided on a different approach.
Throughout someone’s life they will go to many places with their family, friends, another relatives. I have been on a few vacations that have made a lasting impact on my life. But one of the most memorable vacations I have experienced was with my cousins. I went to goa beach. Most of you probably don’t know about that beach but it is a very famous one in south India. I enjoyed myself to the fullest. The beach environment was enlightening. I would not have wanted to take this trip with anyone other than my cousins. We had a great time on the ocean sands and swimming in the ocean everyday made this vacation unforgettable.