Killua POV
I knew the house Gon lived in, it wasn't hard to find. I stalked him around during the day, trying not to be caught. But, damn those legs are thick. Once I had gathered all the info I needed, I headed to the hotel to make a call to my Dad. "Gonna strike tonight. Wish me luck?" I said, kinda nervous. I had never killed someone my age. "You shouldn't NEED luck son, you a Zoldyck for devils sake" I heard the line hang up, and decided to get ready. As soon as I had my assassian gear on (see title picture) I grabbed my knife (well, pocket knife) and left. When I arrived at Gons house, the sky was pitch black, but I could tell where his room was. I entered the room. I opened my pocket knife and was about to stab the kid. But I quickly realized that it was a trap. What I thought was Gon was a bunch of basketballs.
