The Assassin Essay Example

the path, there was a well. The man picked up one of the countless number of stones surrounding the well and dropped it in.

He waited, listening carefully to the sound of the stone crashing into the water at the bottom. His wait was interrupted by the thunderous creaking of the gates swinging open to reveal the bright eyes and the growl of the huge car. He darted strangely into the darkened shadows at the side of the dwelling. The car purred contently as it came to a halt. The faint splash from the well, alerted the woman as she got out of the midnight blue jaguar. She gazed round attentively, focusing on any moving shadows. At one point she glimpsed into the dim gloom where he was lurking.

He held his breath. She turned her head swishing her silky hair behind her as she moved quickly up the steep stone steeps to the front door. She felt the cold chill wrap itself wildly around her neck and through her body. He caught the sweet aroma of her perfume as he crept nearer to her. She heard the sound of the footsteps walking calmly round the corner. She reached for her key. Reaching deep, deep into her bottomless bag. Searching. Quickly now. Quickly. Closer, and closer still. She was scared. She knew he was coming.

He was coming for her. She scrabbled with the keys in her hands, terrified now. She frantically placed the key inside the lock. It fitted. She expressed a sigh of relief as she hastily opened the door and slammed it safely shut behind her. Her hands were shaking as she bolted the bolts

and locked the locks. She was safe, she was safe. Or was she? She took a deep breath and began to count to ten. "One, two, three," she muttered, "Four, five, six. " She stopped. Someone was there. "Oh my -". Something grabbed her from behind.

His grimy, clammy hands grasped her mouth tightly, sending a fearful yet muffled scream through the empty foyer. Her scream made the pictures rattle on the wall and the mirror shake violently above the elegant table, disguised by the collection of post and newspapers upon it. She hysterically tried to escape his clutches, kicking and biting; screaming and gasping. That's when he did it. Grasping his gun he threw her onto the floor. She scrabbled to her feet, running down the passageway towards the back door. The man drew back his lips to reveal his neglected yellow fangs, forming a disgusting smile.

He lifted the gun and looked through the murderous sight towards his prey, which was now staggering weakly nearer to the door. He placed his lethal finger slowly onto the trigger. The bullet whirled freely in the fearful air. It hit her. Stealing her life from her along with her blood, mind and soul. The only sound, which could be heard, was the thud of her mangled corpse as it fell to the floor. The man let out a little chuckle, clenching his gun securely in his hand. He paced slowly over to her, knelt down and tenderly started stroking her brown curly hair.

Her big blue eyes stared into his, in shock. He laid a farewell kiss upon her ghost white forehead and got up. He placed the fatal

weapon back into his damp pocket. He decided to go out the back of the house, to make sure he wasn't spotted by anyone. He had left the back door ajar for a quick escape. The door remained still like the body on the floor. Leaving nothing behind, he escaped out the door, shutting it firmly behind him. He scrambled up through the brambled bank to the rear of the house. As he did so the thorns scratched him, yet he went on, closer and closer to the houses brick wall.

His car was on the other side of it, half hidden in a series of dark bushes. Once over the mossy wall the man began to walk casually over to the car. Overhead fireflies filled up the sky like fairy lights on a Christmas tree. Only the assassin knew what they really stood for. Each light symbolised one of his victims. There must have been at least ten of them hovering above him. The assassin got into his tatty old car, and with one last quick glance at the house, rapidly pulled carelessly onto the deserted road, ready for another night of horror.