The Assassin

Author's Note and Original Story

A/N: This is based off an English Exam I had earlier this year. This chapter will be what I first wrote. From this I am trying to expand on my story and turn it into something new. What I had was a very strict assignment so I will try but the story line may be a little different because this will be much longer but the whole concept will stay the same for the most of it. 

Ok enough of this. Here is the original exam writing.

She lies and waits. Waits for what seems like hours on end. Hours in the cold treacherous rain, waterproof coat absolutely soaked through. A hand sub-consciously goes up to her face to wipe some of the constant stream blurring her vision. The muddy water-logged ground squishes beneath her as she tries to get into a better position that will keep her drier and less dirty. The stand of the AWP slowly sinking into the muddy hill. The Assassin realizes with a shock that what was her perfect sight is now out of position. She hurriedly moves her rifle to a drier place on the hill over seeing the house below. She adjusted her position so she could see through the infrared scope she added and moved the rifle back into position and focus. Then she waits.

What was once a cream coloured manor sits all on it's own in the middle of nowhere. Hills and valleys surrounding it on all sides. It was obviously not very well taken care of by the way that the weeds stand tall and proud in what must have been a lovely garden that was immaculate and full of life. The paint peeling off like skin from a sunburn. The windows are slowly turning black like a dark spirit closing in on a person full of light and energy. Wilting roses line the front of the gloomy house; buds and leaves slowly dying, left in agony. The manor must be feeling sullen today because the weather as soon as you come near gets sadder and more depressed. Grey clouds hover in the sky, thunder and lightning soon coming by. The rain is pouring down in thick white sheets, quickly submerging all that it meets. The wind howling in the distance as it calls for its loved one.

A blood red car is traveling down the road and the assassin notices that it is slowing down as it nears the manor. Both headlights faulty and they keep flickering on and off as the car walks down the road. The right indicator blinks as the driver pulls into the manor's dump of a driveway. The assassin still intensely watching the house waits for the perfect to move her index finger just an inch. The inch that will wipe someone off the face of the earth forever. It has to be perfect. Utterly perfect. If she does it perfectly the authorities will never know who did it and why it was done. Perfection would mean that she will get away and receive her money and will never have to think of this night again but she won't have to because she doesn't care. She doesn't care that it is another human being or that she is killing one of her kind. A jobs a job and she chose to do this.

He walks through the house making sure his suit and hair is looking snappy for later tonight. For now he is waiting. Waiting for his driver to finally turn up and take him into town. A look of worry stretches across his face spreading more the longer he waits for his driver to turn up. He was just going to make it on time as it was and now he is going to be late. It takes a while to drive into town because of how far into the country he lives. He hears a car pull into his driveway and makes his way to the door. When he gets outside he turns to lock the door but pauses going over the checklist he made in his head. At this very moment she quickly pulls back on the trigger releasing the ammunition. A loud booming noise explodes the night, a bullet piercing the air. It goes straight where she had aimed for it to go. Right through the neck. The bullet flies straight through the victim's jugular vein causing a massive bleed and severing his spinal cord paralyzing him instantly. Bits of his neck and spine spilling out around him. Not to mention the blood. It. Was. Everywhere. A continuous stream pouring from the hole in his neck. He lay on the ground eyes glassy and lifeless. The assassin sat up wiped her hands on her pants chanting phrases in her head motivating her for the exhausting march back to her escape.

She starts to pack everything into her duffle bag starting with the AWP. first she remove the infrared scope and places it into the bag. She then removes the bolt and ammunition clip from the rifle placing it next to the scope. She picks up the rifle and removes the stand and place both into the duffle bag. She then picks up her bullet cases and gloves from the ground putting them in a ziplock bag before placing them into the duffle bag. She then zips it up places it onto her shoulder and starts the trek down the hill and to her car. Dumping the bag on the backseat she begins her long journey back to her city apartment.

And that's what I wrote. I know the grammar isn't the best but I am trying to work on it a bit more. I will see you when the next chapter comes out.