357th Post

The click.
As a round is chambered.

The whimpering tone.
Of one who used to wield so much power.

My revenge is at hand.

But a single thought.
Makes me hesitate to pull the trigger.

No.
He does not deserve such swift death.

By tucking the gun away.
He thinks that i was showing him mercy.

But even the great gods above.
Cannot help him.

When he sees me pull out the knife.
And he realized who i was.

A nameless and faceless assassin.
Whose reputation most fears.

A swift and painless death for the brave.

But god help the coward.
Who will be destined to die.
A slow and painful death.

As i finish the last touch ups of my work.
His screams die away.

I silently lament.
That the fun was over so soon.

Wish i could hang around.
But i must depart.
And move on.

For i must never be seen by others.

Except for those.

Marked for death.