As he stood there he
began to think, reflect on his life up until today. He knew that none of his
loved ones would approve of his current lifestyle. Why would they? He had lost
all the people he cared about and was the cause of the death of his son and
wife. Of course that was the risk of family and friends in
this business an assassin never got the luxury of emotional or
physical attachments. He'd seen the video of their death but even as gruesome
as it was he didn't give in to the tortures demands. That would due nothing but
soil the sacrifice that his family had made with their lives.
Tonight though, he would finally get the revenge which deep
down he had craved from the moment he saw the knife at his wife's throat. As
John finished off his cigarette he walked inside locking everything as he went
into his room getting some tools
for tonight's special surprise visit. He put away his many
knives, daggers, and cords as he prepared. John had found his wife and son's
killer. The killer's name was Daimeon Night. Soon Mr. Night would have the
company of John and John couldn't wait for this event.
He left his apartment thorough the lobby and took the stairs. It was
best to keep one's body in the best possible shape. As John arrived at Mr.
Night's house he was careful to check outside for dogs and anything else that
may give him away. He found nothing as he slowly crept over to the fuse box. He
took out his bolt cutters and then, down went Mr.Night's power. John figured he
had maybe 5 minutes max to get to Mr. Night and get him restrained and silenced
before the tides could be turned on him
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