It was almost night. There was a slight breeze. Everything was calm. Or so it seemed. Jackie Callihan looked down the street she was going to be heading down. It was dead. Nothing moved. Nothing stirred. But, something was there. She didn't know what though. The hair on her back stood up as the breeze slowly crept by her. She stood to the side of a building and went into her inside pocket of her long, red jacket. She pulled out a regular 9mm. She wiped it off on her coat. As if to try and make it cleaner for the kill. She smiled, her own devious smile. She was a hit woman. But for the first time, she had been assigned to kill someone, that was assigned to kill her back. Her smile faded. The breeze kicked up and turned into a huge gust of wind. As she turned and walked into the middle of the slightly darkened street. Her red coat blew to the right side of her. Flying in the wind. It was as if it was trying to escape the horror of killing. Her red lipstick made her stick out from the rest. It was beautiful and bold, kind of like satin, or so all her victims who got a taste of her satin-like lips had said… Right before she killed them.
She smiled again. She stopped moving. She turned and faced the middle of the street and listened to the wind. Not a sound of her competition. She waited for someone to call out to her. She wanted that. Oh yes. Her heart desired it. But. She look at her stomach. She looked to where the shot came from. She continued smiling.
"Is that all you got," she said as the bullet turned her stomach. She walked forward like nothing had happened. She heard the click. No more shots. Her smile became bigger and bigger and she watched the terrified hit man stare at her. Her black skirt, just above the knees, twisted as she moved quickly to her meal. She laughed a bit now. Her hair, her perfect blonde and curly hair. It blew it the wind. He watched her. Her eyes looked dead. But they were full of life. They were green. He stood up and dropped his weapon. He closed his eyes. She watched him, trembling in fear. Then she saw it. He cracked a smile. She stopped walking as she felt two bullets pierce through her back, sinking into her skin. She smiled. She struggled to walk the same way. Another one. Then another. Somehow she was still standing. She had to finish the job. She needed to go down, knowing the other one went down with her. She walked up to him and grabbed his head with both of her hands.
"I can't shoot you, but whoever it is that's here shooting me can," she put him in front of her as the bullets came again. He got shot, but she couldn't count how many times. She just enjoyed him being shot. The feeling of his body shaking at every bullet piercing through his body. She fell with his body. She became unconscious.