Disclaimer- I sadly do not own the fine, fine creation that Hitman is, which is probably a good thing, as I am unable to run in a straight line in video games however hard I try.
Rage (chp 7)
Killing the man was simple. The man had died swiftly, his struggles useless. Striding over to the weeping woman huddled against the wall; Agent 47 lifted her to her feet, his arms of steel pinioning her to his chest. She gasped in pain as his arms squeezed her tighter, and the thumb stroking her tattoo pressed deep into the soft skin of her cheek, forcing her eyes up to meet his.
"Why did you leave?" his voice was an un-tempered growl and Nika shuddered, searching for an escape. "Answer me!"
Nika cried out as his fingers dug deeper into her flesh, bruising and burning her soft skin.
"Y-You're hurting me!" she sobbed, wondering if it would make a difference. 47's cold eyes caught hers in an emotionless stare before he released her roughly and stepped away, his back acing her.
"Go to sleep."
It is an order and Nika obeys, clambering shakily into her large and overly lavish bed.
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AN/ I know that they are short but I just feel that the simplicity kind of sends the message across more distictly. Waffling on about Hitman is something I have never been able to do.
