The hooded figure shuddered against the wind. It was a sign for sure; he should turn back, run. Anything but this. What he was doing was wrong, immoral some would say. His shirt flopped against his stomach allowing his white skin to graze the cold clay roof tiles. His gloved hands held onto the ridge tightly, he wouldn't allow himself to fall. He never did not now, not ever.
Out of sight
Out of mind
Out of time
To decide
"North 16 South 42, target is heading your way, do you copy?"
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest
Of my life
He could turn and run, hide, assume a new identity. But all those efforts would be in vain. They would find him, they always could. They watched over everything beneath and above them. Waiting patiently, hiding in the dark waiting for their moment. All it took was one moment. One blink and it would be done. Finished.
Can we fly?
Do I stay?
We could lose
We could fail
A life could be taken, a family destroyed, a corporation crumbling or a mistake made.
In the moment
It takes
To make plans
Or mistakes
That would jeopardise everything that they-no he'd worked for. He was part of them. Deeply ingrained in his conscious, he belonged to them; he owned them and much as they owned him.
30 minutes, a blink of an eye
30 minutes,to alter our lives
30 minutes,to make up my mind
30 minutes,to finally decide
Sometimes he felt what he was doing was wrong, morally, but not once did he not stop. Not for screams or tears, or cries of pain. It was his role to play, and he would not be the loose end.
30 minutes,to whisper your name
30 minutes,to shoulder the blame
30 minutes,of bliss, thirty lies
30 minutes,to finally decide
"Copy that." The figure dressed in black lowered his binoculars; he pushed himself up onto his toes. The tiles on the roof scratched against his shoes, and then he jumped. The tendrils of loose hair whipped against his covered eyes. One last plea for him to stop. But it was top late. He was already over the edge. Falling.
Carousels
In the sky
That we shape
With our eyes
He landed on top of the long, black car with a thud. The driver swerved, just like they all did. He was prepared, grabbing onto the sides of the roof he made his way to the left side of the vehicle. Their target was on this side, they were sure. He unsheathed his knife.
Either way
Options change
Chances fail
Trains derail
Nothing passed his ears except his breathing, and then he counted. One,
30 minutes, a blink of an eye
30 minutes,to alter our lives
30 minutes,to make up my mind
30 minutes,to finally decide
Two,
30 minutes,to whisper your name
30 minutes,to shoulder the blame
30 minutes,of bliss, thirty lies
30 minutes,to finally decide
He smashed the glass with the knife and the car screeched to a halt. The driver opening his door gave way to the figure in black who swung down and crushed the man between the two pieces of metal.
To decide
To decide, to decide, to decide
He landed on the ground with a thud, and made desperate please for his 'young master' to run. The dark figure opened the door to the yelling male inside. He pulled open the door and threw the black bag over his face. He continued to squirm and scream. Grabbing the hooded body, he ran to the van that pulled up beside the car. Three equally hooded figures climbed out and made the necessary post operation measures, whilst he carried the still squirming body to the back. Pulling out a tranquiliser dart, he pushed it into his victim's neck. The squirming stopped.
To decide
To decide, to decide, to decide
"It's done." A burly voiced male commented to those in the back.
"Yes. Target acquired" The black figure reached over and pulled off the bag.
To decide
No one moved, or said a word after the bag had been removed. In the dim light, it was still visible. One moved to the speaker.
"Boss, there was a complication."
"What do you mean complication?" the voice on the speaker replied.
"It wasn't the director in the car. It was his son."
The black figure sat there still and lifeless, the guilt and anguish rushing over him, filling every cell in his body.
He'd failed.
A:N// okay so here is my new story. This chap is just sort of the prologue, it will get better later on trust me. I had this idea for a little while. I know I should proably have finished my other fics first. But I had to get this one down on paper- so to speak. This one will be darker than my others, with more black humour than my usual insaneness. I hope you like this, yes this will be a BL fic. So if you don't like, your loss and don't read. Not my problem.
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts ce n'est pas moi. (it's not mine)
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