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Bullet in the Dark
Chapter 15: Speak of Death
Author's Note:
Yes, I know everyone is sad that there will be only a few more chapters left, but you all got to understand! I'm busy… and besides, every story has to come to an end. I sure have enjoyed writing this story so far!
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She remembered of a sad tale she had heard before, of a Romeo and Juliet, that fantasy of love and regret.
How she had wanted to cry for the girl, Juliet, only to have others tell her otherwise.
'Juliet is a fool to follow her Romeo to the grave. Why not live for him, live on without him?'
She had wanted to scream at them, tell them that they didn't know anything about love, all they cared about was money.
But that was before… Before all this had happened.
She believed in that more than she had ever believed.
Because…
Because she was in love.
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"009."
"Yes, sir."
"Is the mission completed?"
"Yes, sir."
"Excellent. The girl, where is she?"
"In my quarters."
His voice was as cold as ever, as harsh as ever, like the north wind. But… oh… his thoughts… His thoughts were so jumbled, like a completed puzzle that had fallen to the floor, scattered.
"Good. We have a new mission for you, 009."
"Yes, sir." It wasn't a question asking for an answer, it was a statement, like a death penalty.
"Her fiancé is requesting her once more from us. Kill him. Immediately."
"Yes, sir."
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If his life was a bedtime story, it would have children screaming. If men could hear his thoughts, they would quake, fear smashing into their hearts. If the world knew his heart, it would welcome obliteration…
Oh, with bitter laughter in his heart, he knows these are all trifles of the mind.
Now, what irony it is, now it is time for him to kill the very man whom… Oh yes… wants to marry the woman he…
Loves?
Yes, it seems right.
But how he wished…
He knew she loved him. He knew it was his motive from the first moment. But now does he feel regret now? Why does he feel this pain like he has done sometime he can't reverse?
Time is a funny thing. It speeds like a rocket, into the past. It slows down, clawing its way to history. So how come he couldn't go back?
So how come he couldn't have gone back and killed her like he was suppose to? So he would be rid of all these thoughts, these whispers in his ear, telling him, 'No, no, no… You have to… You have to go and find her…'
He knew he couldn't. By all rules in life, he should be dead, or at least locked up.
But he wasn't.
The sun was setting slowly, reminding him of the night all of this had happened.
He had to get to Scarl Kugaikotsu's home before dark.
Why?
Because he had a little present for him…
Death.
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The feeling of false security was a tool he chose to use.
He had watched his victim for an hour already, watching him lull into a sense of discernment.
The man, taller than him and wearing a dark suit, obviously rich and expensive, was in his office, pacing, staring at the clock.
Soon it would ring midnight, his killing hour.
And so it shall be.
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When you feel eyes upon your frame, when you know someone who means you harm is staring at you?
He had that feelings for a long time, now, feeling those hungry eyes dig into his very being, like a rabid animal.
An assassin sent by the Neo Black Ghost organization, he assumed.
Pitiful fools.
Did they think so lowly of him?
Yes, yes they did…
Well, as always, as he had pledged to do, he will show them the true power!
Did they truly forget that it was he who had hired the first assassins, trained them to be warriors? He knew what an assassin's best tricks were, from the use of shadows to the silent road to death.
But he… he will play along, play the game and be snarled in the trap… only to let them find him alive.
How surprised they will be!
The clock began ringing midnight.
Excellent.
The killing hour.
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He sensed something wrong. The man was like every one of his victims, but there was something about the calm hand and the eyes that just burned.
Never did he look at the window, never did he seem to suspect…
So why did he feel like something was wrong?
He could hear the clock striking midnight, and he knew it was time, but why did he fear something?
Fear… that ugly feelings of cowardice, like a black whole it seemed to swallow his heart.
The man turned his back.
Perfect.
He undid the window latch silently, preparing to kill.
His gun was pulled out, a deep hunger for destruction hung in the air.
The man was still staring at something.
He glared at the back, and prepared to pull back the trigger.
However, something was wrong… Wrong indeed, for the man turned back, his dark face grinning in… victory.
He had known all along!
The man reached inside his cape and pulled out a small gun, powerful enough to kill him.
He turned stark white and did something he never did before.
He ran.
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Scarl wanted to laugh at his terrified face, the fool.
He was scared, all right, and he loved it. The almost acrid aura of terror flared up like a flame.
Now… What was he to do again?
Oh yes…
Shoot him.
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He felt a terrible pain tear at him shoulder, a bullet, he assumed. It stung like ice, and he wanted to fall to the ground.
Too late he reached up and covered the wound with a hand. Warm blood spelt out like a blanket.
He had to get back. He had to get back to Françoise, before anything more happened.
He absolutely had to.
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Françoise paced around in the empty apartment, feeling like she was trapped in a prison, like a tiger stuck in a cage.
Suddenly, she heard something fall to the floor outside the door.
Without thinking, she opened it, staring out.
Joe.
And he was bleeding heavily.
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Scarl almost felt regret when he saw the bullet pierce not the assassin's heart, but his shoulder.
He walked to the windowsill, eyes searching for the man.
That is when he felt something wet on the windowsill.
Blood.
Perfect.
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What do you guys think? This chapter took me forever! Sorry for it, but I had this horrible writer's block and couldn't think of anything. It's all better now, and we finally get to see some action! What will Scarl do, and will Joe survive? Find out, on the next chapter of Bullet in the Dark!
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