by Callum Ogle

Created on: June 01, 2009

Daniel Kyle ran in to his kitchen, turned on the kitchen tap and let the cold water run out, slamming the sink. He put his bloody hands under the cold water.

The blood washed off his hands and the water turn red before it reach the sink. He splashed a handful of water in his face and turned the tap off. The water stopped running. He took off his leather jacket and threw it on the kitchen floor and he ran out of the room.

In the front room, he got the handsfree phone off the wall, and checked his messages.

'One new Message.' came the female voice on the other end of the receiver. Daniel took a deep breath and the message played.

A male voice spoke on the other end, Daniel, good kill tonight that's the Mayor taken care off.' Daniel breath a sigh of relief and chuckled to himself. He had got away with it.

'I'll be over later, to talk about your payment for your services over the last three weeks.' The male finished off saying and hung up. Daniel hung up.

He went back in to the kitchen and starting to rummage through his jacket pocket. In the left inside pocket was the weapon. Daniel felt the outline of the weapon and the shape. He went in tohis pocket and grabbed hold of the weapon, it was still covered in blood. Daniel pulled out the weapon. It was a knife.

The handle was black and had bloodstained fingerprints of Daniel, The knife was covered in the blood of his victim and was still slithering down the knife on to the floor below. Daniel put it in the sink and turned the tap on full and watched the blood wash away down the plughole. There was a loud knock on the front door. Daniel jumped and fear went through his body, his blood went cold.

Daniel went to the front door and looked through the eye hole. A man stood in the rain outside, his dark hair was soaked and flat down. Daniel took a deep breath and unhooked the latch on the door and opened it slowly.

The man stared at him and barged past Daniel, Daniel shut the door after the stranger and followed him in to the front room.

The stranger was staring in to the mirror that was hanging up on the wall. Daniel went to the drinks cabinet and poured two glasses of brandy out and offer one to the stranger. He snatched it out of his hand and drank it in one gulp. The stranger stared at him with his dark blue eyes.

Daniel could not stand the uncomfortable silence in the room between him and the stranger and kept drawing himself away from the stranger's gaze.

'Daniel, I must congratulate and thank you for your work for me and my associates over the last few weeks and now it is time for your payment.' He said in a quiet voice. Daniel had been waiting for this moment for weeks.

What would he get? Money was his choice.

The stranger opened his long black jacket and turned slowly to Daniel, He lifted his arm up and swung it across Daniel's neck. Daniel instantly struggled to breathe for life. He fell to the floor in his own blood stain on the floor. He could see a knife in his assassin's right hand. Daniel could feel his hands covered in his blood. The assassin stood over him and went back in his pocket and pulled out a lighter.

Daniel tried to scream but it was no good. The assassin lit the lighter and dropped it on Daniel's face, Daniel burst in to flames.

The assassin made for the front door, opened it and stepped out in to the rain. Never to return again.

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