My story =P

Hey everyone, just voicing my story to the world. I hope ye all like it :)


                                                             The Wait.

               He lay motionless on his back in the long,overgrown, damp grass using his dark leather jacket as a makeshift pillow. It was here that he lay in wait. He sang softly, unphased by what he was about to do. Every so often a car would speed along the lonely, country road. He stayed as still as he could mange, despite his discomfort, to remain undectected. Heavy rain began to fall on his scarred face and tattooed arms. Deciding to move closer to the lonely house he rose silently from his place in the damp grass, picked up his rifle with a badly bruised arm and headed towards the house. 
            Looking at the lonely, isolated farmhouse, which stood beside a murky lake, he noticed the paint, chipping away from the house. Windows covered in grime and dirt made it impossible to see into the house. The rain rattled off the shed's roof and a streak of fork lightening illuminated the sky and the desolate house for a spilt second. It was almost an omen he thought to himself as he heard the car of his victim pull onto the lane, leading to the house.
           Calmly, he looked around the corner of the house and focused his dark, beady eyes on the black jeep turning onto the muddy, unused path to the farmhouse. Mud covered the alloy wheels and half of the var. Excitement grew in his chest as the young woman stepped out of her jeep. Her long blond hair was matted and scraggy from the rain. She was, he thought to himself, perfect.
          Jogging toward the house she avoided as many puddles as possible and finally reached the door. She paused at the door and fumbled in her bag for the eys. Cautiously, she looked around every so often as if she knew something was wrong. Her dark brown eyes fell on the shadows in which he stood but of course she could not see him. Just as she found the keys he seized his chance. He silently crept up behind her, holding his blade in his left hand. She turned. Terror flooded her face. A smile, showing his yellow teeth. spread across his face. She opened her delicate mouth to scream. He struck her with his blade into her chest and she collapsed on the porch. The sound of her last scream hung eerily in the air and dark blood spilled from her body soaking her crisp, white short in crimson blood. The strong stench of blood assaulted his nostrils yet he embraced it. As she stopped breathing he stepped over her body to be sure she was dead. When he was sure he had done his job he started packing his things.
          He checked to see if her had left any trace of himself by the house. He ran back towards the field and collected his leather jacket, an apple core and his cigarette case. He lit a cigarette and looked down at the house which now held a terrible secret. He smiled. His heart was still pumping from the adrenaline of the ill. The Assassin sat into his black sedan and drove away from the house, smiling, uncaring and calm towards his next victim.


Hope ye enjoyed it and it would be great to hear any comments from anyone. :)

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