The Assassin- Original Writing

The Assassin- Original Writing

The huge modern edifice leered down taunting the lesser buildings. The

wind howled by as if in agonizing pain. The great spotlight on top of

the Bateson building penetrated the unforgiving black night. The rows

and rows of slippery Washington elm tress swayed to and fro as the

wind picked up. Electric white icicles drooped depressingly of the

edge of the hard cold perimeter walls. The immeasurable steel gate

bowed down to the oncoming security guards. The building was an

impenetrable fortress no one went in without going through a series of

harsh and costly precautions of course there was the one exception

Mr. Bateson the company chairman and criminal mastermind his influence

spread from Tokyo to Honolulu. He was a known criminal and everyone

was after him from rival criminals to the F.B.I

A week before:

A man was parked in a seedy, dingy part of London. The night sky

stared down and the wind wailed past. The man got out of the transit

and walked down the empty street. He turned one corner then another

and another. Eventually the man came to his destination a backstreet

leading on to leather market road .The man stopped and leant against

the dilapidated wall took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it

with a match. The man started nervously tapping his foot on the floor.

The moon rose overhead it was 3 o’clock in the morning the man waited

until 3:10 ‘Finally’ the man thought ‘He will be here any minute’.

Suddenly a man came out of the chilling darkness baring a knife. He

wore a balaclava over his face to conceal his identity. He walked

right up to the petrified man. ‘Gimmie your money NOW’ ...

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...ack against the wooden deck. The sea began to turn to crimson the

assassin knew he was dying he grabbed a grenade from his pocket. The

cars pulled up and swarmed around the dieing killer. They pulled their

guns out ready to end his live.

With his last once of strength the assassin pulled the pin out

silently. And waited for the inevitable.

The explosion was huge it ripped the pier up blasted the guards out to

sea and obliterated them into tiny pieces legs and arms flew

everywhere. It started to rain water and blood .Mr. Bateson had been

killed but so had the assassin

Two weeks later £19,000 was delivered to a Mr. Arron Bywater he would

never receive this money and neither would his family. He had died

doing what he loved. There was no funeral and no grievances because

the;

Assassin had been assassinated