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Frailty Shattered
"Nowhere to run now Marlow, so, do you want to see it coming or do you want to face the wall?" he tightened his grip on the shimmering revolver, flexing his muscular gloved fingers. He forced the hammer back with his thickly gloved thumb and ran his eyes over the small pudgy man in front of him.
The level of understanding that filled the room was perceptible on almost every sense, it could be smelled, it could be heard, it could be tasted and felt. But the small mans lips quivered and begged the question that both men already knew the answer to "why?"
The connection between their eyes said it all, no word need be spoken between an assassin and his mark, just as though no words are uttered between a hunter and his quarry. Both know what is to come and both understand it perfectly.
Somewhere off in the dining room of the small penthouse a clock struck 12pm and chimed, the assassins thick index finger strangled the trigger until the hammer fell making the gun bark. Marlow whimpered and squirmed, his face twisted into an agonized howl that uttered no sound, deep inside his body the round spiraled through dense walls of muscle and liquified several organs, it smacked into his spine and detonated within his body.
The miniscule hole the bullet had made upon entry was stretched open in a violent splash of bone fragments and blood, Marlows pained expression unraveled into a look of subtle shock as his facial muscles relaxed and his body collapsed onto the oak floor.
The assassin stepped over the body and it's ever growing pool of blood and slipped out through the kitchen window, stepping onto a rusting fire escape stairway, climbing down and calmly stepping into the frenzied swarm of people just outside the alleyway that connected to the marketplace just short of the penthouse he had just came from.
The assassin slipped through waves of men and women as though they didn't exist, as though they were all figments of the imagination.
The clouds above the shimmering city congregated and rumbled intermittently, they poured their rain downwards from their dark bellies and washed away the grime of the city. The metropolis and it's golden shimmering lights cast an eerie glow that twinkled like a star in the blackness cast by the clouds that hung so high in the sky. The glow seemingly conveyed a declaration of supremacy, of majesty amongst the common filth of the world, that all other cities could not hope to compare to it's excellence.
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