The assassin was descending the stairs, his kill count was now 285, and he just started at the age of 12, killing and killing every day as he started to feel numb to killing.
Truly the perfect assassin.
After reaching the ground floor, he stopped his thoughts and got out of the building, outside, one could see futuristic features such as random robots moving around, and people with robotics attached to their bodies.
Even with futuristic cars flying around, the year 2054 is truly a great and futuristic era, but all that did not matter because it was normal in this era to see all these robots and A.I.
However one thing is certain, trucks are still existing meaning one action had to be played out for sure, if you know what I mean.
About 7 meters away from the assassin was a truck getting out of control, trying to hit the brakes, the driver 'accidentally' turned the wheels and it collided with a human.
That poor soul was none other than the assassin of ours, killed in a cliché but a brutal way, 'the truck-kun crusher 101'.
After all, nothing is perfect.
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I just went out of the building, a successful elimination, another to cross out of my bingo bock.
'What bingo book?' you, my imaginary friends might ask.
Well; My bingo book is a book where my tasks are given and told whom to eliminate, where they would be found and at what time they might arrive.
It is actually a special app in a special titanium-reinforced satellite phone that can also hack almost anything and everything but I like to call it 'the bingo book'
In this day of age, these types of phones are illegal because most of the things nowadays are A. I and electricity, that is why they are given to the best 10 assassins, and because I am the first, they made it extraordinary and special.
They made it from a Samsung model, my favourite type of phone with an additional note pen. Probably the best phone there is, wait, scratch that, the best phone there is on earth according to me, of course.
As I was peacefully walking with a bag in hand and black attire, I felt a surge of pain coursing through my left side as if something hard hit me, and it was so damn painful.
I also felt something leaking inside of me, as I lay there on the cold floor, I felt my crushed bones, coughing and spitting blood.
I had never felt my body so cold before, even when I was young, abandoned on the streets, the winter's cold breeze was nothing compared to this coldness I was feeling.
I am dying, like actually dying, and suddenly I had the urge to sleep, my vision extremely blurred.
Slowly I closed my eyes accepting my death, after all, no one was there for me, I was all alone and still am, there was no reason to fight through the pain to survive.
"call the ambulan--"
I heard a light slight voice, fading away. Falling unconscious....forever.
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I opened my eyes, just to receive no light, but an infinite darkness that stretched far and beyond infinitely.
'Is this the Afterlife or am I missing something?' I said but could not feel my jaw move at all.
I was my soul form, a form with no shape, changing in structure and height every second, just like a random stone, shapeless.
He remembered his life, how he was bullied every day in the orphanage, and how he came to be a full-fledged assassin at the mere age of 15...
**FLASHBACK **
"Hahahaha, look at this weakling, too weak to even fight against Trish." A boy with black hair and brown eyes said.
The boy and 4 more boys with similar features of the body of the boy were surrounding another boy smaller compared to their size.
The smaller boy, who was on the ground and looked really weak could not help but cry. Every day, he was bullied by these orphan kids. They were in their dorm room.
Like him, they do not have parents but would try their best to gang up on him and beat him up every day from the age of six up to the age of 12.
The bullied kid had thought of killing them many times but dismissed it. He knew the consequences of killing and also, there was one person he had a crush on, his last Ray of hope or he loses it all.
He could not imagine a day without seeing her.
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The next day, the weak, small and fragile boy told the girl about his feelings. The girl with white hair and black eyes was sitting on a swing, tied on to a tree.
"I-I-I love y-you!" The weak boy said with all his heart.
And though he tried his best, kneeling and proposing a flower he had plaqued from the orphanage's garden, she did not even glance at him.
"Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha, hahahahahaha! You think I would be with someone disgusting like you, hahaha hahaha~" She laughed, as if hearing the best joke created. And from behind the weak boy, the bully was standing as if mocking him.
"You stupid fuck, think you can get my girl!" The bully said, kicking the weak one repeatedly before walking over to the girl.
"I know right," The girl said before kissing the bully, right in front of the weakling on the ground.
HE
FINALLY
LOST
IT-
He got up and walked over to both the girl and the bully. Removing a pocket knife from his pocket, the weakling lunged at the couple.
*SPLURT*
Blood splurged on the grassy field.
HE KILLED THEM!
He killed them with one swing, he longed to do this, and he did not feel anything after killing a human, two at that.
Dropping his knife, he started running away.
He ran away as fast as he could until eventually, he collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted.
After some time though, a man covered in a black suit noticed him. It was in the middle of nowhere. The kid is lucky he was found by non other than the best assassin of his time.
Therefore, marking his journey as an assassin.
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TO BE CONTINUED …