The Assassin - Fictional Writing

The Assassin - Fictional Writing

The thunder smashed the sky into a million pieces, sending a roar

across the dark and forsaken night. Rain fiercely hit anything in its

way, which became more and more untamed as the night sustained on. The

mist moved sluggishly through the endless and lonely street, as it

covered the scene. Lighting gave way through the sky after another

thunderous roar. A stream of water flooded the drains as it strolled

down the sidewalk.

In the distance stood a dark, long, over-shadowed figure, as it

blended in with trees behind it. The street light shone across its

face as the hat covered its eyes. It was a male, around six feet,

standing strong with a black trench coat, reaching to his knees. The

rain dripped off the coat creating a small puddle around his feet. He

glazed straight ahead with his hands in his coat pocket without

movement.

Far into the background you could hear a car approaching closer as the

noise increased. A black, four by four drove past leaving a haze of

water behind its tyres. Nothing was seen inside the car beside a

figure in the driving seat. The wipers moved rapidly, wiping the rain

off the windscreen. The car pulled into a narrow drive as the tyres

crunched the pebbles below together, making a crunching noise. The

engine switched off and then the front headlights, nothing was seen

besides the small outline of a woman getting out. She slammed the car

door shut and ran to the boot of the car keeping her head down as the

rain fell upon her. Her keys rattled against each other as she

unlocked the boot. The door swung open, she dragged out several bags,

leaving one on the floor as ...

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...d her outside as if she was rubbish and then picked

the keys from inside and opened the car boot as rain still poured

down. One of the men pulled the woman up and threw her into the boot

and wrapped her neck with a large cloth. The other man went back in

the house with a large white cloth and wiped the blooded floor with it

as the blood soaked into the cloth. He took a black bag out of his

pocket and placed the blooded cloth, his gloves, the post and the

knife inside and tied it up firmly. He shut the light in the kitchen

and went outside, slowly shutting the front door. The man walked

towards the open boot and threw the bag inside again, quietly shutting

the door. The other man started the vehicle up putting on the car

headlights. They both sat in the woman's car and reversed out the

drive and drove off into the mist.