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He was a world-class hit man.
The man never saw him coming. He never knew he was being stalked, never realized how close he really was. He had been afraid. Oh, yes. He had feared they would sent him after him.
It had been too easy though. His prey barely offered any resistance. His death had been quick and swift. He regretted that. He should have made the bastard suffer. The sharp knife he had hidden underneath his jacket for that purpose wasn't needed after all, the chain necklace dangling from the man's chest had made the job easier for him. He had taken his time to use it on him later though, once he stopped struggling and went limp in his arms. The pleasure of sinking the blade into his lifeless body, feeling the hot blood as it poured over his hands sent a thrill of adrenaline through his system.
The memory of the terror reflected in his warm brown eyes a scant second before everything was over filled him with satisfaction. He had spoken to him, letting him know who had hired him and why he was going to die all the while he was strangling him, and he hadn't stopped until his body had gone limp and he knew he could no longer hear him.
The carving that had been eating at him since he had been given the order to kill had dulled to a faint throb.
He had been incredibly careful throughout it all. There wasn't anything that would point this death toward him or his employer. He had made sure of it. Nothing had been altered in the house, it would be impossible for anyone who entered the room to know they were trespassing a crime scene. He smiled at that. He had been very clever indeed. Not even a drop of blood fell on the carpet.
He had done his job, and he was about to finish it.
With a flick of his wrist he turned off the engine and waited until the boat came to a stop. Night spread like a velvet cloak all around, muting all sounds. His ears perked up for any inconveniences, any lost soul who may want to join the party, but only the soft murmur of waves swashing against the hull greeted him. The waters were silent as a grave. It was as if the sea knew the role it was going to play and had already prepared for its dramatic end.
The boat was now swaying softly with the waves, the cool sea breeze ruffling his clothes. He didn't stop to admire the skylight as many would have done if they found themselves in a boat in the middle of the sea. Instead he moved swiftly to the place where he had stashed his unwanted cargo.
"It's time to come out of the closet my friend. The ride's over." He laughed at his own jest.
Dragging the body to the rear, he gave it a shove and watched as it rolled over the incline and fell into the water with a splash. "Sea you in another life bastard." He muttered while his gaze watched the body float away, pulled further into the sea by the waves.
He remained there for a while until the wind changed and the waves started clashing against the boat. The storm was coming. He gloated at his own thoughtfulness. No one would search this area, and if they did, his body would be long gone.
Cupping his gloved hands in front of him he rubbed them together to warm them, blowing hot breath into them. Then he started the engine and turned back to the shore without a backward glance. He felt no remorse. No guilt. He had done what he had set to do and now it was over.
He held the phone up to his ear and waited until the call connected.
"Is it over?" The voice at the other end demanded to know.
"It's done."
The words echoed in the silence for a while.
"Did you get rid of the evidence?" He was talking about the body of course. He hadn't known about his clever plan.
"They won't be able to find anything. The sharks are probably having an exquisite meal right about now."
There was a cold laugh at the other end. "Good."
He didn't know at that moment how close to the truth his words were.
"In the morning a man will drop the other half of the pay. Same place." The voice said before the line was disconnected.
He tossed the phone to the side, letting his thoughts wander to the notes he was going to receive in just a few hours. He had already planned where and how to spend them, and he was going to savour every second of it.
And then, when his employer called him, he would go hunting again.
*** author's note: Hello, Hello everyone I've had this story on my mind for almost a year and I decided to put it into writing even though writing mystery/thriller genre is not my cup of tea. I love those kind of books and I do read them, but I've never actually tried to write one before. So I'm making this my "guinea pig". I hope you all enjoy.
I haven't set a schedule for this story yet, so the updates may be far and in between. Promise to do my best, but as I said before this is my first piece of writing in this genre so I would need to do some research for each chapter and that takes time. I hope you understand. I'd like to take my time and post something good than do it in a rush and post regularly something that is a piece of crap. *sorry*
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