Assassin’s story

By Bryce M.

The moment I opened my eyes I knew I was going to die that day. I am an assassin I'm going to keep my name counseled for my own protection. This is my story.

One morning on a cold winter's day I was called to assassinate a man named john, mister. So I grabbed my 9 mm and a silencer and went to work on trying to find him. About 3 hours later I found him in an apartment parking lot.

Bad luck for me he was standing with five other men. So I wait there in my car investigating what I saw. Two of the men looked like drug dealers I couldn't tell what the other ones where.

Then I saw my target leaving the scene. So I got out of my car and followed him down ales and around houses. He must have sensed something suspicious because he started running.

Then without warning he turned around and shot me in the leg. Then he walked up to me and tried to shoot me in the head but I triped him with my good leg and slit his throat. So that's my story