There he stood in front of the work he just finished. His work required Killing people. He was basically a murder, an assassin, or a hit man depending on his employer. This time his job was as an assassin, the target tonight was to kill the rest of the Flaime family. HE was also to gather any valuables they had.
The Flaime family was well liked by others. They were poor, but they knew where to go if they got in too much trouble. They never took charity, because they knew that there were others suffering from much worse than they were. The Flaime family lived their days happily and they lived in a single apartment that housed the three of them. It was a real shabby place that creeps their only daughter out. It smelled like booze and filth. They didn't like it there but it was home.
The month was December. The day was the twenty-fourth. He hated working in this month. There were too many happy people celebrating in this month. Too many people were giving gifts of their love to one another, and from what his employer had said this family Always opened presents Christmas Eve.
He looked around to see what valuable things they had. The only thing that was of any worth was their little girl, who age was no more than four. A girl that was too skinny to be healthy. She had beautiful black hair with ice blue streaks. She had strange pure blue eyes that had a green rim in them.
His orders were to kill the family, but it was against his code to kill children or give the children to his employers, but now he didn't know what to do. If she were their most valuable possession he would have to bring her back. If he found something more common, but valuable to that family, like the girl or her beyblade then he didn't have to. He could tell his employer that the police arrived to soon for him to snag anything, only enough time to kill the family he could lower his price and the employer should be happy.
Well the Hit man always left a trademark on anything when he killed a family or person. He looked around to see what he could mark on. The couch was to torn to mark on so the authorities could see. The wall was brick so that was out of the question too. He didn't leave marks on anything dead. All that was the girl.
He pulled the girl in close by pulling on her arm. Then once she was close enough he hit her hard on the head. He hit her hard enough to knock her unconscious but not hard enough to seriously hurt her. Next her pulled out his carving knife and grabbed her arm and laid her on his lap and carefully scratched his symbol on her arm. Then he flipped her over and put his knife one inch in her, and carefully carved his symbol in to her lower back. It would make a fine scar.
AUTHORS NOTE
I know this isnt very long but i wanted to get some reviews on it about how good or bad it is...
I just really want to see if you all liked this..if i get arould 5 or more on it(flames are accepted on this one) then i continue writting this story...well ta ta for now
vixion