A Pointless Assassin
Warning does have a few swears.
Hi, I'm Alex miller. And I'm an assassin. I know, not exactly the name of a killer, but I haven't always been one. I once had a normal life, a proper job, a girlfriend. But all that got taken away from me one day.
I used to work at a bank in London, and I lived in a house a block away. It was nice, the house was small, it only had a bedroom and a living room. But it was perfect for me and my girlfriend Gemma. One day at the bank, Gemma came to visit me during my lunch break. So there we were talking, when five people come barging in wearing thick masks and carrying big black bags. And everyone knows what's about to happen when thugs with masks come into a bank. They are either going to attempt a robbery, or they are people making a trip to the bank before going to a costume party. But unfortunately they were not going to a costume party; one of the thugs pulled out a gun and shot up towards the ceiling, then started shouting for everyone to get down on the floor. So everyone starts screaming, and drops down. I grabbed Gemma and pulled her down to. But she whispered to me "We need to do something." So she waited until the idiotic thugs were concentrated on the volt, crept up to the emergency police button, pressed it, and then sprinted back to me.
Five minutes had gone, and the robbers were still trying to get the volt open. We were all silent waiting for the fuzz to come. Then suddenly, sirens appeared, getting louder and louder. Me and gemma looked at each other and smiled slightly. The robbers then heard, one of them held the gun to us and shouted angrily "Which one of you alerted the cops."
No one replied, I felt sick in my stomach, and then he asked again, but still no reply. So he grabbed a little boy and held the gun to his head. The boy started sobbing.
"I am going to ask one more time, own up or the boy dies." He shouted furiously.
"I did it." Shouted Gemma, who then stood up.
"Finally" He said putting the boy down. He then started walking towards Gemma, once he was opposite her, he held his gun up to her forehead and pulled the trigger. There was a loud bang then nothing. I held her in my arms crying, blood was coming out of her forehead staining her blonde hair.
I was so angry; the murderer was over by his partners, talking about escaping before it was too late. I got up from the floor and marched over there, the murderer turned around and I punched him in the face, and then took his gun. His partners did not bother to help him, they just saw it as there means of escape, so they dashed out the door without looking back. I held the gun angrily up to his head and cried "This is for Gemma." Then I pulled the trigger, and it was like all of my anger shot out with the bullet. The murderer dropped dead, and I knew in an instant I had to escape. I did not want to go to jail, so I made a run for the exit. There was a truck outside, and I heard voices, so I hesitated, I peeked round the corner, and there was the other thugs being arrested by cops. I waited till they all were gone, and background the front of the bank. I knew I could not take the truck because they would see me, so I slipped round the corner taking a big risk, and ran away, I was free.
I knew I could not stay in the country, so I ran home and packed my things. Then I jumped in my car and headed to the airport, it seemed like a long journey, I was scared and upset, and wondering where on earth I should go. But it hit me; I was going to go to India. A fresh start and you don't have to be that smart to get a job. But I could not shake the feeling of shooting someone, it kind of felt good, I wish there was a career I could take that involved shooting, but was not the army. Oh well I will worry about my career once I got to India.
I finally got to the airport. I went in and sorted out my luggage and tickets, it took about an hour to get through security, but I soon found myself sitting alone on the cramped plane. I was sitting bored, waiting for the plane to take off. I saw families boarding on and couples, no one was traveling alone apart from me, never before have I wished for death. Soon we took off, and after the safety demonstrations I dozed off into a deep sleep.
When I awoke we were landing, I was surprised, it was the longest I had ever slept since birth. When I got off the plane I grabbed my bags and headed out onto the busy streets. The streets were dirty and dusty, but there was a sweet smell in the air that was pleasant. I did not have much money so I rented the cheapest flat possible and unpacked. I did not like having time to think, it is to upsetting. So I went out looking for a job, all around, I could see poverty, but at least they had families, I actually considered them the lucky ones.
I went into an alley way, where a couple was having an argument. And at the end of the alley way was a shop. This was the last place I could try around here, so I had my fingers crossed, but knowing my luck it would not work. I went in and there was no one at the counter, so I pressed the bell, and an old man crawls into the room and mumbles "hello, can I help you."
"Yes you can" I replied "is there any jobs available."
The old man looks away, turning round and moaned "no, there isn't, people can't just give jobs away to every sod on the street."
So I left, thinking that he was a grumpy old basted. Then I walked back through the alley way, the couple had gone, and by this time I was actually considering suicide, when the man I saw earlier came out his house again. He asked me if I wanted to work with him on a project, I was so chuffed, after all that what luck. So I asked "What will I be doing."
"You will see, just meet me here at 10:00." He answered.
So I left, and headed back to my new house with a smile on my face, of which I have not had for a while.
I woke bright and early the next morning, still feeling angry, but I don't think that shall ever go away. So I got dressed, had breakfast, and then set off. I arrived at the weird house in the alley at ten exactly; I walked up to the old wooden door and knocked. Then the man opened the door and greeted me with a smile, he led me down to the basement and we sat down at a table. The basement was quite big; it had all sorts of things in, fishing stuff, religious items. He looked at me and smiled again, but this smile was slightly creepy, "I'm sorry, my name is Rasta, and you're looking for a job right." He asked.
"Yes I am." I said.
"Well as I said yesterday, I have a job, but you might not like it." He said slowly.
"Just tell me what it is." I asked impatiently.
"Well, I need you to assassin someone for me." He said anxiously, staring at me to see my reaction.
I stood there for a minute, not knowing what to say, not knowing if I should take the offer or call the police. But I did know this would probably be the only job I would actually get, so I asked Rasta how much I would get, and he said he would pay me 2,000 rupees. I was astonished by how much he was offering, so I took the job, and he told me who my target was. Then explained why he wanted them dead. Rasta explained that he was going to get a divorce with his wife, but they have not signed the papers for it yet, and he will be poor because his wife has 10,000 rupees saved and him none. So he wanted me to kill her before the papers was signed so he would inherit the money.
Rasta gave me a gun and sent me on my way; I had two days to get the job done. His wife lived opposite him; I guess that was who he was fighting with the other day when I walked past. The next day I immediately got up and headed towards the targets house, thinking that once I have committed the crime and collected the money, I would have to leave India. But I guess that can be my job, an assassin.
I silently broke through the door; the design of the house was similar to Rasta's, so I had no problem with directions. I slowly crept up the stairs, listening out for noise; I heard the shower going so I pushed open the bathroom door, and the woman started to scream, I pulled the trigger and then she was silent. I left her there lying on the floor and sprinted out the door, it took a minute to get my head together, but I decided to collect my money now. I banged on Rasta's door, when he finally opened the door, I told him I completed the task, and he quickly thanked me and gave me my payment. So then I sprinted out the alley and went to pack my things again. By the time I reached the Indian airport someone had found out about the murder and police was everywhere, avoiding all policemen, I boarded the plane I had chosen, and once again I dozed off into a deep sleep, and waited to be woken at my next destination, Chicago.
I stepped outside the airport, no longer feeling humid air, ad smelling spices. Instead the weather was bitter and cold, so I called a taxi and found cheap room. This time I did not bother unpacking, and I did not bother going to look for normal work, there was only one thing I loved and was good at, assassination. I walked through a maze of streets, looking out for fights, people having arguments, but no luck. I was about to give up when I looked across the street and a jewelry shop alarm went off, I stood there watching as three robbers burst through the window and ran off, through the broken glass I could see a man grieving over a dead woman. A strong and sad sense of disavow came over me, and I walked away.
Just my luck, I unlocked my door. It was night-time and it was snowing again when I heard screaming, so I sprinted towards the cry and I saw a dead baby on the floor with a woman sobbing over it. I asked "Would you like any help mam."
"How could you help, that pilloc just killed my baby." She shrieked.
"Well, are you not planning any revenge on them?" I asked.
She gave me a serious and mournful look then she picked the dead infant and started to walk away, looking back to check if I were following her.
"Well think about it." I shouted and retired for the evening.
I woke up sad and tired, I don't have a job so I have about 100 dollars left, so I decided if I don't get a client today I shall commit suicide. I know drastic, but I was desperate, I have had enough. And on that note the doorbell rang, I was so scared it was going to be the cops, but I opened it anyway. It was the woman from last night, she was a wreck, her face was black from smudged mascara, and she was wearing a jumper and scruffy jogging bottoms. I invited her in and we sat down to a cup of coffee.
"Your right, he should be killed, name your price." She said sternly,
"Well you make an offer." I said slyly,
"Umm would 500 dollars be ok?" She asked.
"Defiantly" I gasped.
She left me to track down the doosh; she had given me a license plate, I Google mapped it and got the address. I spent my last $100 on equipment, guns, rope, and useful tech equipment. I set out; I parked a block away and grabbed a gun from my car then naturally walked to my target house. There was no car parked outside, so it was possible he was not in. But I still was cautious as I entered the house, after I checked out the house and confirmed he was not home, I hid in his closet and waited for him to come home. I was standing in there for ten minutes when I heard sirens, oh nowhere they coming here, had I been set up. They did not disappear so I figured I had, I panicked.
"Shit" I screamed.
I carefully looked out the window, they were breaking through the door, this was not the end of me I thought, so I jumped out the window, I know it's pretty stupid considering the height, but I had nothing to lose. I amazingly landed on my feet and sprinted away, obviously one of the cops had seen me because he was chasing me, I chased him on top of a big bridge, and I could not keep on running, so I plunged of the bridge into the icy cold sea. The water stung but I was free, I got up onto dry land and looked back at the cop, he was cursing, I laughed and sprinted home.
Being cocky, I was thinking no cop was a match for Alex Miller; confidently I opened the door chuckling, and was shocked to see policemen in my house, my smile turned into a frown, this was the end so I grabbed my gun and I ended it, I was finally at peace.
The End.
I used to work at a bank in London, and I lived in a house a block away. It was nice, the house was small, it only had a bedroom and a living room. But it was perfect for me and my girlfriend Gemma. One day at the bank, Gemma came to visit me during my lunch break. So there we were talking, when five people come barging in wearing thick masks and carrying big black bags. And everyone knows what's about to happen when thugs with masks come into a bank. They are either going to attempt a robbery, or they are people making a trip to the bank before going to a costume party. But unfortunately they were not going to a costume party; one of the thugs pulled out a gun and shot up towards the ceiling, then started shouting for everyone to get down on the floor. So everyone starts screaming, and drops down. I grabbed Gemma and pulled her down to. But she whispered to me "We need to do something." So she waited until the idiotic thugs were concentrated on the volt, crept up to the emergency police button, pressed it, and then sprinted back to me.
Five minutes had gone, and the robbers were still trying to get the volt open. We were all silent waiting for the fuzz to come. Then suddenly, sirens appeared, getting louder and louder. Me and gemma looked at each other and smiled slightly. The robbers then heard, one of them held the gun to us and shouted angrily "Which one of you alerted the cops."
No one replied, I felt sick in my stomach, and then he asked again, but still no reply. So he grabbed a little boy and held the gun to his head. The boy started sobbing.
"I am going to ask one more time, own up or the boy dies." He shouted furiously.
"I did it." Shouted Gemma, who then stood up.
"Finally" He said putting the boy down. He then started walking towards Gemma, once he was opposite her, he held his gun up to her forehead and pulled the trigger. There was a loud bang then nothing. I held her in my arms crying, blood was coming out of her forehead staining her blonde hair.
I was so angry; the murderer was over by his partners, talking about escaping before it was too late. I got up from the floor and marched over there, the murderer turned around and I punched him in the face, and then took his gun. His partners did not bother to help him, they just saw it as there means of escape, so they dashed out the door without looking back. I held the gun angrily up to his head and cried "This is for Gemma." Then I pulled the trigger, and it was like all of my anger shot out with the bullet. The murderer dropped dead, and I knew in an instant I had to escape. I did not want to go to jail, so I made a run for the exit. There was a truck outside, and I heard voices, so I hesitated, I peeked round the corner, and there was the other thugs being arrested by cops. I waited till they all were gone, and background the front of the bank. I knew I could not take the truck because they would see me, so I slipped round the corner taking a big risk, and ran away, I was free.
I knew I could not stay in the country, so I ran home and packed my things. Then I jumped in my car and headed to the airport, it seemed like a long journey, I was scared and upset, and wondering where on earth I should go. But it hit me; I was going to go to India. A fresh start and you don't have to be that smart to get a job. But I could not shake the feeling of shooting someone, it kind of felt good, I wish there was a career I could take that involved shooting, but was not the army. Oh well I will worry about my career once I got to India.
I finally got to the airport. I went in and sorted out my luggage and tickets, it took about an hour to get through security, but I soon found myself sitting alone on the cramped plane. I was sitting bored, waiting for the plane to take off. I saw families boarding on and couples, no one was traveling alone apart from me, never before have I wished for death. Soon we took off, and after the safety demonstrations I dozed off into a deep sleep.
When I awoke we were landing, I was surprised, it was the longest I had ever slept since birth. When I got off the plane I grabbed my bags and headed out onto the busy streets. The streets were dirty and dusty, but there was a sweet smell in the air that was pleasant. I did not have much money so I rented the cheapest flat possible and unpacked. I did not like having time to think, it is to upsetting. So I went out looking for a job, all around, I could see poverty, but at least they had families, I actually considered them the lucky ones.
I went into an alley way, where a couple was having an argument. And at the end of the alley way was a shop. This was the last place I could try around here, so I had my fingers crossed, but knowing my luck it would not work. I went in and there was no one at the counter, so I pressed the bell, and an old man crawls into the room and mumbles "hello, can I help you."
"Yes you can" I replied "is there any jobs available."
The old man looks away, turning round and moaned "no, there isn't, people can't just give jobs away to every sod on the street."
So I left, thinking that he was a grumpy old basted. Then I walked back through the alley way, the couple had gone, and by this time I was actually considering suicide, when the man I saw earlier came out his house again. He asked me if I wanted to work with him on a project, I was so chuffed, after all that what luck. So I asked "What will I be doing."
"You will see, just meet me here at 10:00." He answered.
So I left, and headed back to my new house with a smile on my face, of which I have not had for a while.
I woke bright and early the next morning, still feeling angry, but I don't think that shall ever go away. So I got dressed, had breakfast, and then set off. I arrived at the weird house in the alley at ten exactly; I walked up to the old wooden door and knocked. Then the man opened the door and greeted me with a smile, he led me down to the basement and we sat down at a table. The basement was quite big; it had all sorts of things in, fishing stuff, religious items. He looked at me and smiled again, but this smile was slightly creepy, "I'm sorry, my name is Rasta, and you're looking for a job right." He asked.
"Yes I am." I said.
"Well as I said yesterday, I have a job, but you might not like it." He said slowly.
"Just tell me what it is." I asked impatiently.
"Well, I need you to assassin someone for me." He said anxiously, staring at me to see my reaction.
I stood there for a minute, not knowing what to say, not knowing if I should take the offer or call the police. But I did know this would probably be the only job I would actually get, so I asked Rasta how much I would get, and he said he would pay me 2,000 rupees. I was astonished by how much he was offering, so I took the job, and he told me who my target was. Then explained why he wanted them dead. Rasta explained that he was going to get a divorce with his wife, but they have not signed the papers for it yet, and he will be poor because his wife has 10,000 rupees saved and him none. So he wanted me to kill her before the papers was signed so he would inherit the money.
Rasta gave me a gun and sent me on my way; I had two days to get the job done. His wife lived opposite him; I guess that was who he was fighting with the other day when I walked past. The next day I immediately got up and headed towards the targets house, thinking that once I have committed the crime and collected the money, I would have to leave India. But I guess that can be my job, an assassin.
I silently broke through the door; the design of the house was similar to Rasta's, so I had no problem with directions. I slowly crept up the stairs, listening out for noise; I heard the shower going so I pushed open the bathroom door, and the woman started to scream, I pulled the trigger and then she was silent. I left her there lying on the floor and sprinted out the door, it took a minute to get my head together, but I decided to collect my money now. I banged on Rasta's door, when he finally opened the door, I told him I completed the task, and he quickly thanked me and gave me my payment. So then I sprinted out the alley and went to pack my things again. By the time I reached the Indian airport someone had found out about the murder and police was everywhere, avoiding all policemen, I boarded the plane I had chosen, and once again I dozed off into a deep sleep, and waited to be woken at my next destination, Chicago.
I stepped outside the airport, no longer feeling humid air, ad smelling spices. Instead the weather was bitter and cold, so I called a taxi and found cheap room. This time I did not bother unpacking, and I did not bother going to look for normal work, there was only one thing I loved and was good at, assassination. I walked through a maze of streets, looking out for fights, people having arguments, but no luck. I was about to give up when I looked across the street and a jewelry shop alarm went off, I stood there watching as three robbers burst through the window and ran off, through the broken glass I could see a man grieving over a dead woman. A strong and sad sense of disavow came over me, and I walked away.
Just my luck, I unlocked my door. It was night-time and it was snowing again when I heard screaming, so I sprinted towards the cry and I saw a dead baby on the floor with a woman sobbing over it. I asked "Would you like any help mam."
"How could you help, that pilloc just killed my baby." She shrieked.
"Well, are you not planning any revenge on them?" I asked.
She gave me a serious and mournful look then she picked the dead infant and started to walk away, looking back to check if I were following her.
"Well think about it." I shouted and retired for the evening.
I woke up sad and tired, I don't have a job so I have about 100 dollars left, so I decided if I don't get a client today I shall commit suicide. I know drastic, but I was desperate, I have had enough. And on that note the doorbell rang, I was so scared it was going to be the cops, but I opened it anyway. It was the woman from last night, she was a wreck, her face was black from smudged mascara, and she was wearing a jumper and scruffy jogging bottoms. I invited her in and we sat down to a cup of coffee.
"Your right, he should be killed, name your price." She said sternly,
"Well you make an offer." I said slyly,
"Umm would 500 dollars be ok?" She asked.
"Defiantly" I gasped.
She left me to track down the doosh; she had given me a license plate, I Google mapped it and got the address. I spent my last $100 on equipment, guns, rope, and useful tech equipment. I set out; I parked a block away and grabbed a gun from my car then naturally walked to my target house. There was no car parked outside, so it was possible he was not in. But I still was cautious as I entered the house, after I checked out the house and confirmed he was not home, I hid in his closet and waited for him to come home. I was standing in there for ten minutes when I heard sirens, oh nowhere they coming here, had I been set up. They did not disappear so I figured I had, I panicked.
"Shit" I screamed.
I carefully looked out the window, they were breaking through the door, this was not the end of me I thought, so I jumped out the window, I know it's pretty stupid considering the height, but I had nothing to lose. I amazingly landed on my feet and sprinted away, obviously one of the cops had seen me because he was chasing me, I chased him on top of a big bridge, and I could not keep on running, so I plunged of the bridge into the icy cold sea. The water stung but I was free, I got up onto dry land and looked back at the cop, he was cursing, I laughed and sprinted home.
Being cocky, I was thinking no cop was a match for Alex Miller; confidently I opened the door chuckling, and was shocked to see policemen in my house, my smile turned into a frown, this was the end so I grabbed my gun and I ended it, I was finally at peace.
The End.
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