Not every target of an assassin gets to have a dramatic monologue as he dies...
The man walked down the busy street, minding his own business he stopped by vending carts, talked to a few friends of his, went to work - just another normal day.
But it wasn't. The pain was sudden. It had started in his left shoulder, and then flooded through the rest of his body. It was sudden, and he had not even seen who had done it - but he fell to the cold, hard cobblestone ground. He could see people's feet, so many people's feet...
And then the world went dark.
Short one shot. Hope you guys liked it. Please read and review.