An Untitled Story about an Assassin by Stollen99, literature
Literature
An Untitled Story about an Assassin
I wasn’t always like this, you know. I once had a family who cared for me. Friends I’d go drinking with.
A fiancée who loved me. I was whole once. I was a person once. They say you never know what you have
until you lose it. And boy, have I lost. But tonight, I have one last hit. One last job, and then I am done.
I can stop doing this. I will be free.
The cab slowly stops outside the theatre. I pay the driver with cash, always cash, and get out.
I stand outside and look at the neon lights shining in the dark night, spelling out the name of the building.
It is supposed to be closed tonight. But it will be open for me. It al