Killing {{An assassin's point of view}}

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Created by SWEETIESWEET123 on Wednesday, July 08, 2009

In the darkness
Footsteps echoing down the halls
Thegunin my trembling hands
Wishing it won't fall
This is my first kill
I know what I need to do
I hope they wrote their will
Approching the end
That's when I stopped and thought
I hope this will help my heart mend
Walking in to the small place
I walked to the stairs
keeping a fast pace
This is something I need to do
At the base of the stairs
I thought... these are so not new
Walking up the stairs
Opening the bedroom door
There lay a little girl with light hair
Only the age of 8
This was the kind of girl
No one can hate
Walking up to the bed
Taking out the gun
Pointing it at her head
There was a small gasp
She had woke up
But she won't escape my grasp

I started to smile

As I pulled the trigger

Her body fell to a limp pile

Now walking down the hall

Images flashing through my mind

About how the bodies will fall

There was no sound

As I entered the room and stepped

No sound of my feet on the ground

Raising the gun to their heads
Soon there was the fire
And that was the end...


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