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Bullet in the Dark
Chapter 6: Killings
Author's Note:
Please read this! School has started and I am going to be extremely busy. This meaning that I will either have shorter chapters or longer waits between updates. Please don't demand too much from me! I have six other stories I'm writing and am very stressed. It's hard for me to say all this, but it's the truth. I hope you all understand and will still stand by me!
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He could see that the girl was on the balcony, her hair flowing behind her in a golden cloud.
He wondered if it was as soft.
Punching himself mentally, he asked himself why he was thinking these thoughts.
Because he was a man, with a man's needs?
No…
He didn't lust after her.
It was an entirely different emotion that he felt, something much stronger, sweeter, but bitter all at the same time.
What was it?
The girl ran out, looking at his face.
Was it worry in her eyes that he saw?
No… Of course not.
Who would care for an assassin?
But it was so unmistakable…
"You're home."
The two words broke his train of thoughts.
Home?
It sounded as if they were a family; a concept so ridicules it was laughable.
He nodded.
"I, uh…Where… um…" Françoise tried to say something, struggling with the words.
"To work." He helped her out.
She cocked her head. Work? It sounded as if he was a regular man.
Regular.
Regular like the sky crying blood.
Never regular.
He walked to his room, leaving her in the living room by herself.
However, in minutes, he walked out, holding some clothes.
A black T-shirt some sizes too big for her, a pair of black jeans, and a belt to hold it up.
"Put those on," he commanded.
Françoise looked down at herself, still dressed in the white, delicate lace nightgown.
He noticed?
"Thank you," she murmured before walking into the bathroom and changing.
He settled himself on the couch.
Before long, a white envelope was pushed under his door.
Walking to it, he picked it up and examined the contents, dropping to the couch.
The boy he was to kill was 10, a half Japanese like himself.
He didn't care, though.
Like any other killer, he had no mercy whatsoever for anyone, even a child.
A quick death was all he had to offer, and he considered it merciful enough.
Françoise walked out of the bathroom, wearing his clothes. "Thank you," she repeated once more.
He grunted in response.
Suddenly, the paper few into the air, right to her feet.
Picking it up, she scanned the information.
When her eyes rose once more, they were wide in surprise.
"You're going to kill him?" her voice was soft, questioning, but he knew there was more behind it.
"It's my job."
"He's a child!" she burst out.
"It's my job," he repeated.
"How could you do this? He's a little boy! He's innocent! He doesn't deserve this!" she ranted.
He remained as silent as the familiar stone.
"Don't do this! Please, I beg of you!" She pleaded, begged, hoping, wishing, not understanding--
"Don't get involved in my work," he suddenly hissed, eyes blazing like a wildfire.
How he wanted to smash something, or at least have another drink.
Françoise backed away from him. "You're a monster…" she whispered. Her eyes were shiny with unshed tears, her chest shaking with a rage, a rage for the innocent he would kill tonight.
She spun around, and ran towards the bedroom.
He knew that she was crying, but his question was why? Why was she so warm-hearted, so different from him?
So different?
So alike?
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Her tears ran freely as she crumpled in the room, blocking the door with her stressed body.
Why did he do this kind of work?
Why was he so contorted in pain, and everything she wished she knew, or at least understand?
Why?
The poor, poor boy…
He would die tonight, and just for money, too.
Why waste an innocent life?
The world… Why so cruel?
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It was time.
His black coat was swept on, and he knew that one more life would be taken with his hands.
The girl had not come out of the room since she found out.
He knew she was crying, but why?
Did she now know that they were all going to die in the end?
She was, he was…
They were just beings that lived and then disappeared.
His gun was in the inside of the coat, and he walked out.
He arrived at the boy's home, a mansion large and important looking.
A large window marked the boy's bedroom, where he appeared to be reading.
So he wasn't asleep.
No matter.
He quietly climbed to the roof, and by hanging by his arms, he kicked open the door.
The boy stared up at him, mouth open, but nothing coming out.
Shock.
Fear.
Feelings he never had to deal with.
Pitiful things.
"Endoso Yuki, I am your death."
Eyes cast downward, he lifted the gun.
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Françoise heard the door close quietly.
She knew he had left, to kill the little boy that didn't deserve his fate.
How would she react to him now?
Show fear, beg for mercy, or…
She could see him there already, gun pointed towards the boy.
And she couldn't stop him.
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Before the boy had a chance to yell, scream, shout, he pulled the trigger.
A flash of white-hot light buried itself into his heart.
He was still gasping for breath, but soon stopped.
A hole appeared on his chest; the laser had burnt its way straight through his body.
His pale blue eyes, once shiny with life, now glazed over, dull, like an unpolished jewel.
He fell back, dead.
The assassin, the killer, smiled.
Cruelly.
Ironically.
This was what he lived for.
The rush…
No pain for him.
No pain at all.
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The girl bolted on her bed.
How could she have felt the moment the boy's eyes turned blank? When he died the death, ending a life he had yet to live?
A pain shot through her chest.
She fell, clutching her body.
Pain.
Hurt.
Why had this happened?
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The killer put the gun back into his coat.
The window let in a cold breeze.
Not a sound was heard. The moon in the sky was a pearl, the smoky clouds just barely covering it like blood.
He was at home with it.
But if he did, what was this feeling pounding at his heart?
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Chapter 6 completed at last! Hope you enjoyed it! Ciao until next time!
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