A story I wrote for Creative Writing

[fadin sun]

Well so far this baby is 5, 000 words and I'm expecting it to be around 10, 000 when I am done. Italics are flashbacks (the first set is the prologue)

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Prologue

A man, dressed in a sleek dress driving at two-hundred kilometers an hour. The wind smashed against him like a twenty-pound stone, but he didn’t care. He loved the feeling of the wind blowing his hair as he rode into the night in his brand new two million dollar Ferrari. He had almost reached his destination; he saw the black, sixteenth century house in front of him. He could see the generations of the house from the viewpoint. Originally it was made in Elizabethan style, but then as the ages went they added more and more things to it. The house was truly a historical wonder and he pondered why developers hadn’t ripped the thing into pieces and transformed it into a twenty-first century nightmare. He smirked as the car sped up swiftly and then stopped suddenly as he came closer to the ghostly house. He entered, calmly; some might say he was taking too little caution, but he didn’t care. The giant Elizabethan door shut violently as he sauntered into the mansion. He had to admit that the house was a formidable piece of architecture, with arches and gold railings. The house was light by candlelight, but he could see perfectly without it. He entered the dining hall and saw his customer sitting down sipping wine. He sat down and then began to talk while the servant poured him some wine. He sipped the wine with great pleasure. He loved the taste of it. He let the alcohol consume him and then he realized that he was drunk.

“As I was saying,” he said to his customer, “I need the money, or else I will have to take it by force. Like I said, assassinating people is my living. You don’t give me the money and I will be glad to force it out of you.”

“I’m sure you realize that I am trying my best to get the money. I have just been running into some… financial difficulties. I sure you under—“

“I don’t care about your financial difficulties, Mister… Smith was it? Pay me now or I will have to get the money through ways that will be enormously painful for you.”

“Hehehe… too bad you will never get the money. You see, I have poisoned your wine and you will be dead in a matter of time. First, you will lose the ability of your limbs and then you will start to have spasms. Your death will be painful.”

The assassin smirked. Usually that smirk was the last thing anybody saw in their life and this case was no different. He pulled out his 9mm pistol and shot one bullet that hit the man straight in the head.

“I don’t like clients that try to poison my wine. It happens too often.”

The man grabbed all of the money he could find and then finished his wine. He took off in his brand new Ferrari and then watched as the sixteenth century mansion exploded into flames. Later on, the property was turned into a massive development and the assassin was paid a large sum of money from an unknown man that had wanted the property.

“I’m glad that things went as smoothly as they did, Lucifer.”

His name was not actually Lucifer, but that is what they call him. All trained assassins had a codename. He had gotten the name, because people thought he was not human. He had a natural immunity to all poisons and he could jump amazing heights. He was also known for having no mercy.

“Yes it was beauty in the making, but anyways let’s not dwell on these things. Why did you call me at such an early hour?”

“A historical assassination; we want you to make an assassination that will go down in the books.”

“You have my attention.”

“Good. A well known millionaire wants us to kill the last remaining descendant of what he believes to be the devil.”

“The devil? What the hell are you talking about?”

“That is exactly what I said. But it doesn’t matter really. He is probably on drugs of some sort. But he will pay you a very large sum of money if you slay her.”

“Her, you say. I wouldn’t expect the devil to be female. Just how much money is he paying me?”

“Enough to retire for the rest of your life, and more.”

“…excellent. Just give me the details of where and who.”

“The girl lives in a house in Rome, near the Coliseum. Biggest house in Rome, hard not to miss. You need to have her in the grave in two weeks, for after that she is going on a holiday to Mexico.”

“Gotcha, Boss. See you in two weeks.”

“Actually I won’t be here. I’m going on holiday myself. I shall see you in six weeks.”

And with that he swiftly swung out of the door into the bright sun. He rode in his silver Ferrari, top down, to the Airport. He entered the disgusting place with great displeasure. There were several old Europeans smoking cigarettes in the airport as if it were the last remaining days of their lives. “What a world we lived in!” the man thought cynically. He went through all of the unnecessary things that the airport required. If they couldn’t keep a trained and armed assassin out of the airport, they surely couldn’t keep a terrorist out. Of course, he knew how to get through the metal detectors even though he was carrying a knife, a pistol, and several cartridges. It was quite simple. When the detector went off he merely flashed his blade at the security man and told him to come into the washroom with him. He wanted to do something slightly bloodier, but he just decided to subdue him instead of ripping his spinal cord out. Within the hour he was flying first class to Rome. He didn’t actually mind sitting in the less expensive seats, but he had to restrain himself from killing the whining babies. He ordered a martini using his best James Bond interpretation he had. He probably offended the waitress, who, by coincidence, was British. After several martinis he was utterly wasted and he aroused suspicion when he staggered out of the place like a limping dog. He entered his limousine with little grace and he was glad to get the hell out of there.

He entered the hotel still with the taste of alcohol in his mouth and went to his room as quickly as he could. He sat down; relaxed, but slightly warm, reminding himself that he was in Rome. He turned on the television to see if anything interesting was on the news. Something about an unconscious security guard being found in an airport with no memory of what had happened. “It’s always good when they have no memory. At least I can keep that passport,” he thought with a smirk. He turned the television off and slowly dwindled into the realm of sub-consciousness.

He woke up with a major headache. He should really stop drinking on business, he thought to himself. He spent his recovery time getting maps of the area and blueprints of the house. The house was fairly modern, built in the late 20th century by an unknown architect. The family had lived in it since then and had done several renovations to keep it modern. As he understood, the girl slept on the second floor (there were four floors entirely) and had the nicest view in the house that looked straight towards the Coliseum. Her uncle and aunt (her parents had died when she was young) slept on the same floor, but in the room directly opposite to hers. He also took some time to research the girl. She was not very wealthy herself, but her parents were immensely wealthy and she had inherited all of their money. She also apparently had a lover about the same age as her and they were soon going to get married. This thought gave him some displeasure, but he figured the money was worth it. By noon, his hangover had gone and he made his final preparations. He left the hotel and then called a taxi on the road. He told the cabdriver the address of the house and the man looked at him strangely, but said nothing. The assassin got out of the taxi and gave the cabdriver a hefty tip. He looked up at the gigantic house with awe, comparing it to the coliseum right beside him. He walked to the back of the building through a deserted alleyway. He began his accent up the building until he got to the second floor. He shattered the glass and jumped into the room. As he remembered, the girl’s aunt and uncle always took her out for lunch on Sundays (they were quite a religious family) and he had twenty minutes to clean the shattered glass up, find the girl’s room, and find a hiding spot where he would camp out until nighttime. He cleaned the glass up with a broom and was glad that he didn’t always have to do these kinds of things, but it was important that no suspicion was raised until he killed the girl. He then found the girl’s bedroom, remembering that it faced the coliseum. He entered it and saw that it was the size of the hotel room he had just stayed in. It had one massive king-sized bed, the sheets still in a mess. He stopped looking at the bed and looked around for a hiding spot. He saw the closet and had an idea.

The girl entered her house with a sigh. She was sixteen years old and there were already young men going after her immense wealth. Unfortunately for these young bachelors, she had already fallen in love with a seventeen year old and when they were at the proper age they were going to get married. She did love her city and she loved her wealth even more, but sometimes she just wished that she could break the chains holding her down and act like a normal person. She went to her bedroom to have her casita and she couldn’t wait until her lover came back from church. She slowly closed her eyes and went to sleep.

When she woke up the sun was setting and it was starting to get darker. She suddenly heard a rustle in her closet.

“Honey I know that is you. How was church?”

No response. The closet door opened slowly and she went to investigate it. Suddenly it opened and everything went black.

The boy was twenty-one years old. He had met the girl one day in church, her beautiful eyes sparkling and then immediately knew that he loved her. They had confessed their love to each other on a beautiful Italian night almost two years ago and he saw her every day since. He knew that he was going to marry her in a few years and was getting a bit impatient of waiting, so he planned to propose to her tonight. He entered the enormous mansion, still in awe of it. The maid offered to show him to her room, but he already memorized where it was. He entered the room, but his lover was not in it. He supposed she was just going to the bathroom or something. He closed the door and suddenly got knocked out.

“Stay quiet or she dies,” was all the assassin said when he saw that the boy had woken up. The boy seemed to understand and stayed quiet. His plan had worked, except that the boy had returned sooner than he expected and he hadn’t killed the girl yet. He took out his 9mm pistol and then pointed it at the gagged girl.

“Wait, don’t kill her yet!” the boy said silently.
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“Why do you want to kill her?”
“Does it matter? I am a paid assassin, that’s all you need to know.”
“I’m just interested and because I have a right to know. I love her.”
“An unknown man paid me to kill her, because he has the belief that she is the last remaining descendant of Satan.”
“That is ridiculous!”
“No matter how ridiculous it is, I am getting paid an enormous sum of money to kill her. And trust me kid, you don’t know what sacrifice is, nor do you know what love is. You are too young to understand adult matters.”
“However big the sum of money is, I can double it. And I am absolutely certain that I love her.”
“You don’t understand what love is, kid. You have a day to get that money to me, or else she dies.”
“Ha! Are you that stupid? I’m going to call the police the minute you get out of here.”
“No you won’t. The girl is coming with me. If I hear even any indication that the police is after me, she dies.”

And with that he took the gagged girl out of the house, going through the same window he came through. The boy was left dumbstruck and wondered how he would explain the missing girl to her aunt and uncle.

The assassin was in his room with the gagged girl pleading him to let her speak. He eventually gave in and took the thing off, but reminded her that if she yelled she was a good as dead. She nodded, showing understanding. I took the duct tape off of her mouth and she winced in pain.

“You’re evil,” she said silently.

“If I was evil, I would have killed you immediately. I don’t kill for fun, I kill for money. There are worse people out there than I am.”

“It wasn’t just for the money, was it? Deep down inside you have a heart.”

“I never get emotionally associated with people. Ever.”

And with that he put the duct tape back around her mouth and went to sleep.

He had just joined the academy. The job he had wanted all of his life. Over the centuries, it was assassins that made their mark and he would be one of them. Not to mention he would get paid an enormous sum of money for each kill. He was perfect for the job. Some would say he was arrogant, others just say that he was cocky. He was pitiless. He was also born with a unique trait that gave him immunity to deadly poisons. He also had a girlfriend; a beautiful woman the same age as him. He was planning to propose to her tonight. She was well aware of his business and was under a vow that she would never speak of it. The man was just getting into his car, ready to drive out to his girlfriend’s house, when he got a call from his boss. He said it was urgent.

He called about the assassin’s final mission; the mission that would make him a hired assassin. He tried to explain to the boss about his situation with his girlfriend, but the boss said the mission had to go down tonight. When he was finished on the phone, the assassin was stunned for a minute. Then he came back to understanding and drove to his girlfriend’s house. He got out of the car, still slightly shocked and entered the mansion. His girlfriend already had everything ready; dinner was on the plates, music was playing in the background, and white wine was waiting for him on the table. He saw his girlfriend in the kitchen, making the final preparations. He snuck behind her and started kissing her. She was slightly shocked, but then started laughing. They ate dinner and talked about their days, while drinking wine. He made sure not to drink too much, because he wanted to be ready. After they finished dinner, they crawled up to her bedroom and started making out. They slowly started to take off their clothing and started to have sexual intercourse. Once it was over, the girl said,

“I know why you are really here.”

“You do?”

“The wine… why didn’t it kill you?”

“Haven’t you forgotten? I’m immune to poison.”

“Oh right. You always reminded me of the devil in that aspect as well as others. Make sure they call you Lucifer.”

“Yes. It shall be my memory of you.”

“Just make it look good, okay?”

The assassin grinned. He didn’t know it, but that was a grin that many people would fear. He took out his 9 mm pistol and aimed it at the woman. The bullet raced through the air and hit its target strait in the head. Usually the assassin preferred slow deaths, but he wanted to respect the woman’s dying wish. He put the pistol away and then got the gasoline out of his car. He spread it everywhere and then lit the place on fire. He said farewell to the only love he would ever have and then sped off in the night. Tomorrow, the police would find only the ashes of twenty-five year old Madison Koy and a mysterious note saying: “Lucifer.” They would later fear this name, seeing it everywhere they went.

The assassin woke up with a shock. His heart was racing and he felt a bit depressed after having a dream that reminded him of a bad memory. He got up and took the young kid with him. They ate breakfast at a cheap fast food restaurant and they spent most of the day waiting for a call from the young man. They never got it and they waited for an entire week until they got a bite. Finally the boy had retrieved the money from various places. The assassin walked with the girl to the nearby Spanish Steps. This was where the transaction would be made and the assassin already had a plan that would get him much more money than he was about to obtain.

The teenage boy appeared out of the corner, a suitcase in his hands. The assassin with the girl in his arms. The boy put down the suitcase and went back a few steps. The assassin grinned and threw the girl onto the suitcase and then shot the suitcase. It exploded into a whirl of flames and the assassin sprinted away to his hotel, where his sleek silver Ferrari awaited him. He raced out of the place as fast as he could and sped towards the five million dollars that awaited him.

The girl was only was only five when the incident had happened. Her parents had loved her dearly, but whenever the girl went to church (her parents were very Catholic) she always felt a pain deep inside her soul. When she got baptized all she felt was agony. Eventually they went to a doctor to figure out the problem. He said there was no known disease that was like this. Then, finally one day the priest came to her house and had a long talk with her parents. She could not understand much of what he was saying, except the name Lucifer. A day after that, her parents never said a word to her and she had to stay in her room day after day. One week after this, her parents got killed in what was described as a freak accident. Ever since her uncle and aunt lived in her house and treated her as if she was their own. And then one day, when she was twenty years old she met him. Before they knew it they loved each other and he proposed to her. They planned to get married when they turned twenty-five.

The girl woke up with a shock. She was in a hospital and all of her family members were beside her, including her lover. She had suffered major injuries, but luckily she did not die. She wondered just then why the assassin hadn’t killed her, but she figured he had the intention. But she was indeed wrong.

The assassin rode in his Ferrari with a wide grin on his face. He drove all of the way to Munich, where he then caught a flight from there to the Agency. He entered the rotating door. And then looked at his boss with great surprise.

“I didn’t know it had already been six weeks,” he said to his boss with a smile.

“It has only been six days. My plans got delayed, but I didn’t expect for you to get the job done this early.”

“Remember that I am the best. How about you pour me a glass of wine and we sit down like real gentlemen?”

“Yes good idea. Sit down please.”

The boss poured the gleaming liquid from his decanter. The assassin sipped it carefully.

“So, you killed her then?” the boss asked.

“No I did not. In fact that is the reason why I came here…”

The assassin got up and held the wine glass above his boss’ throat. He grinned.

“Why did you force me to kill my own daughter?”

He was only eighteen when he heard the news from his girlfriend. He had gotten her pregnant and now his dream of being an assassin was completely obliterated. He finally encouraged his girlfriend to get their child adopted. Except the only people who wanted the child was a science laboratory in Rome who was looking for people to experiment on. They said they could not specify what the experiment was, because it “was a top secret government project.” The boy secretly gave his daughter without his girlfriend’s knowledge and it was the last thing he had ever heard of the girl. But he had heard that after the experiment had failed the daughter was given to a family in Rome. He promised that one day he would visit the girl and explain to her who she really was. She was the daughter of Satan.

“So you finally figured it out, eh?” said the boss, who was still overlooking the assassin, “well sit down then and we will talk like normal gentlemen.” Lucifer took a seat and patiently waited for an explanation.

“As you know, she was an experiment which included one thousand other children like her. She was the only one who survived the experimenting. The scientists explained that they were going to transform a normal human being into a super human, genetically modifying them. It was so dangerous though that the government shut it down. She survived though and now she could withstand more pain than a normal human being. She had amazing abilities that were all put to waste. But the experiment had some negative effects on her as well. The scientist had found a body that was centuries old. They originally thought it was one of the first human species, but it had completely different genetic structure than any other human. They took out some of the blood out of these specimens and inserted it into the girl’s bloodstream. This gave her more abilities, like the ability to jump more than ten meters into the air. But whenever the girl entered a sacred building, she felt pain in her soul. The only explanation was that the specimens that the scientists found were demons, beings from the depths of hell. This all that I was told. Are you happy?”

“One more question: how do you know all of this and why was I paid to kill her?”

“I was one of the scientists. The government doesn’t want anybody to know about the experiment, so they decided to kill her off. I knew you would realize that she was your daughter. I knew you wouldn’t kill her. She holds unimaginable power that must be released.”

“But you won’t be in this world to see that unfortunately.”

The assassin picked up his 9 mm pistol and fired five bullets that shot through the air and struck the man in his soul. He got up then out of his seat and took out the last explosives in his car. The assassin went out of the door with his slick, black jacket. He hopped into his silver Ferrari and rode off into the night. He said goodbye to the very Agency that he had always dreamt of joining. The building burst into flames that pursued the assassin, as if it was the last bit of vengeance. He would never see the place again.


The assassin drove all the way back to Rome with his top down the entire way. The wind rustled his hair along with the nice cool breeze accompanied him throughout the trip. By the time he reached Rome summer was coming to its end. He laughed at the thought that it had nearly been three weeks since he had been given the duty. He was now by himself, surely being pursued by the government that had paid him to do the job. He entered Rome going at a relatively fast speed, but then he realized that it wouldn’t be a good idea to raise attention and then slowed down to a reasonable speed. He then checked into a reasonably nice hotel and picked up the only English newspaper he could find. He read with careful eyes to see if there were any reports of the girl. He found it! He also found the address of the hospital where the girl was recovering. He decided to get some sleep and the next day he left counterfeit money at the front desk. He figured that he wouldn’t need it from now on. He then slid into his car and drove off to the hospital.

He found out where the girl was sleeping by using the old “distant relative” trick. He walked the hallways with utter disgust. Many people were grasping onto their last threads of life. “People should die when they are meant to die,” he thought to himself, “the reaper doesn’t forget that easily. One day he will kill you violently. You should just die when you have a choice.”

He entered the door in which the doctor had directed him to. He went in as silently and as quickly as he could and nobody noticed him, until he yelled at them. “Nobody move or I will kill her.” The minions seemed to process this well and they all backed into the corner with their hands up high. All but the boy and the girl.

“You’re coming with me,” the assassin then said and the boy nodded, seeming to understand; “now you all have two options. Let me take the boy and the girl and pretend nothing happened, or you can all get killed right now so I won’t have to get worried about more police on my tail.” All of them understood. Then the assassin took the boy and girl and jumped out of the window and ran, with the boy and girl, to his car. He told the boy and girl to get in.

He then rode off in his car, both the boy and girl in the back. They did not have frightened faces though. They knew that the assassin would not kill them. Suddenly they came to an understanding that made them tearful. They would never see the beautiful city of Rome again.

The assassin rode off into the afternoon with a smile. He stopped suddenly and got a bottle of wine out and began drinking it, still steering his car with perfection. This was really how life was meant to be lived. The beauty of life made him accelerate until he reached a speed of two hundred kilometers an hour. He rode on until it was nighttime, knowing that in he would probably never have this nostalgic feeling again. He breathed the wine in, for in the next weeks he knew that they would experience hell.

[kingdomfighter5]

good discription and syntax. I liked the sentence structure.

[fadin sun]

Thanks dude ^.^

I hope to finish it this weekend, so I'll post the rest then.

[fadin sun]

I edited it a bit and it is a lot better now ^.^

Here it is:

Prologue

A man, dressed in sleek leather clothing driving at two-hundred kilometers an hour. The wind smashed against him like a twenty-pound stone, but he didn’t care. He loved the feeling of the wind blowing his hair as he rode into the night in his brand new two million dollar Ferrari. He had almost reached his destination; he saw the black, sixteenth century house in front of him. He could see the generations of the house from the viewpoint. Originally it was made in Elizabethan style, but then as the ages went they added more and more things to it. The house was truly a historical wonder and he pondered why developers hadn’t ripped the thing into pieces and transformed it into a twenty-first century nightmare. He smirked as the car sped up swiftly and then stopped suddenly as he came closer to the ghostly house. He entered, calmly; some might say he was taking too little caution. The giant Elizabethan shut silently as he sauntered into the mansion. He had to admit that the house was a formidable piece of architecture, with arches and gold railings. The house was light by candlelight, but he could see perfectly without it. He entered the dining hall and saw his customer sitting down sipping wine. He sat down and then began to talk while the butler poured him some wine. He sipped the wine with great pleasure. He loved the taste of it. He let the alcohol seep in.

“As I was saying,” he said to his customer, “I must have the money, or else I will have to take it by force. Like I said, assassinating people is my living. You don’t give me the money and I will be glad to force it out of you.”

“I’m sure you realize that I am trying my best to gather the money together. I have just been running into some… financial difficulties. I sure you under—“

“I don’t care about your financial difficulties, Mister… Smith was it? Pay me now or I will have to get the money through ways that will be enormously painful for you.”

“Hehehe… too bad you will never get the money. You see, I have poisoned your wine and you will be dead in a matter of time. First, you will lose the ability of your limbs and then you will start to have spasms. Your death will be painful.”

The assassin smirked. Usually that smirk was the last thing anybody saw in their life and this case was no different. He pulled out his 9mm pistol and shot one bullet that hit the man straight in the head.

“I don’t like clients that try to poison my wine. It happens too often.”

The man grabbed all of the money he could find and then finished his wine. He took off in his brand new Ferrari and then watched as the sixteenth century mansion exploded into flames. Later on, the property was turned into a massive development and the assassin was paid a large sum of money from an unknown source that had wanted the property.


Part 1, Episode 1

“I’m glad that things went as smoothly as they did, Lucifer.”

His name was not actually Lucifer, but that is what they call him. Many trained assassins had a codename. He had gotten the name, because people thought he was not human. He had a natural immunity to all poisons and he could jump amazing heights. He was also known for having no mercy.

“Yes it was beauty in the making, but anyways let’s not dwell on these things. Why did you call me at such an early hour?”

“A historical assassination. We want you to make a kill that will go down in the books.”

“You have my attention.”

“Good. A well known millionaire wants us to kill the last remaining heir of what he believes to be the devil.”

“The devil? What the hell are you talking about?”

“That is exactly what I said. But it doesn’t matter really. He is probably on drugs of some sort. But he will pay you a very large sum of money if you slay her.”

“Her, you say. I wouldn’t expect the devil to be female. Just how much money is he paying me?”

“Enough to retire for the rest of your life, and more.”

“…excellent. Just give me the details of where and who.”

“The girl lives in a house in Rome, near the Coliseum. Biggest house in Rome, hard not to miss. You need to have her in the grave at the end of the week, for after that she is going on a holiday to Mexico.”

“Gotcha, Boss. See you in a week.”

“Actually I won’t be here. I’m going on holiday myself. I shall see you in six weeks. Report to HQ.”

And with that he swiftly swung out of the door into the bright sun. He rode in his silver Ferrari, top down, to the Airport. He entered the disgusting place with great displeasure. There were several old Europeans smoking cigarettes in the airport as if it were the last remaining days of the empire. “What a world we lived in!” the man thought cynically. He went through all of the unnecessary things that the airport required. If they couldn’t keep a trained and armed assassin out of the airport, they surely couldn’t keep a terrorist out. Of course, he knew how to get through the metal detectors even though he was carrying a knife, a pistol, and several cartridges. It was quite simple. The Academy had but their men in airports so time wouldn’t be wasted checking the assassins. Within the hour he was flying first class to Rome. He didn’t actually mind sitting in the less expensive seats, but he got slightly annoyed by the whining babies. He ordered a martini using his best James Bond accent he had. He probably offended the waitress, who, by coincidence, was British. After a few martinis he was dizzy and his head spun a little when he walked out of the airport. He entered his chauffer-driven limousine with grace and he was glad to get the hell out of there.

He entered the hotel still with the taste of alcohol in his mouth and went to his room as quickly as he could. He sat down; relaxed, but slightly warm, reminding himself that he was in Rome. He turned on the television to see if anything interesting was on the news. More killings, earthquakes, the usual boring things. He turned off the television and dwindled into the realm of sub-consciousness.

Episode 2

He woke up with a major headache. He spent his recovery time getting maps of the area and blueprints of the house. The house was fairly modern, built in the late 20th century by an unknown architect. The family had lived in it since then and had done several renovations to keep it modern. As he understood, the girl slept on the second floor (there were four floors entirely) and had the nicest view in the house that looked straight towards the Coliseum. Her uncle and aunt (her parents had died when she was young) slept on the same floor, but in the room directly opposite to hers. He also took some time to research the girl. She was not very wealthy in her own right, but her parents were immensely wealthy and she had inherited all of their money. She also apparently had a lover about the same age as her and there were talks of marriage. This thought gave him some displeasure, but he figured the money was worth it. By noon, his headache had gone and he made his final preparations. He left the hotel and then called a taxi on the road. He told the cabdriver the address of the house and the man looked at him strangely, but said nothing. The assassin got out of the taxi and gave the cabdriver a hefty tip. He looked up at the gigantic house, comparing it to the coliseum right beside him. He walked to the back of the building through a deserted alleyway. He began his accent up the building until he got to the second floor. He shattered the glass and jumped into the room. As he remembered, the girl’s aunt and uncle always took her out for lunch on Sundays (they were quite a religious family) and he had twenty minutes to clean the shattered glass up, find the girl’s room, and find a hiding spot where he would camp out until nighttime. He cleaned the glass up with a broom and was glad that he didn’t always have to do these kinds of things, but it was important that no suspicion was raised until he killed the girl. He then found the girl’s bedroom, remembering that it faced the coliseum. He entered it and saw that it was the size of the hotel room he had just exited. It had one massive king-sized bed, the sheets still tussled. He stopped looking at the bed and looked around for a hiding spot. He saw the closet and had an idea.

Episode 3

The girl entered her house with a sigh. She was twenty years old and there were already young men going after her immense wealth. Unfortunately for these young bachelors, she had already fallen in love with a seventeen year old and when they were at the proper age they were going to get married. She did love her city and she loved her wealth even more, but sometimes she just wished that she could break the chains holding her down and act like a normal person. She went to her bedroom to have her casita and she couldn’t wait until her lover came back from church. Meanwhile she closed her eyes and drifted into sleep.

When
“Honey I know that is you. How was church?”

No response. The closet door opened slowly and she went to investigate it. Suddenly it opened and everything went black.
Episode 4

The boy was twenty-one years old. He had met the girl one day in church, her beautiful eyes sparkling and then immediately knew that he loved her. They had confessed their love to each other on a beautiful Italian night almost two years ago and he saw her every day since. He knew that he was going to marry her in a few years and was getting a bit impatient of waiting, so he planned to propose to her tonight. He entered the enormous mansion, still in awe of it. The maid offered to show him to her room, but he already memorized where it was. He entered the room, but his lover was not in it. He supposed she was just going to the bathroom or something. He closed the door and suddenly got knocked out.

“Stay quiet or she dies,” was all the assassin said when he saw that the boy had woken up. The boy seemed to understand and stayed quiet. His plan had worked, except that the boy had returned sooner than he expected and he hadn’t killed the girl yet. He took out his 9mm pistol and then pointed it at the gagged girl.

“Wait, don’t kill her yet!” the boy said silently.
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“Why do you want to kill her?”
“Does it matter? I am a paid assassin, that’s all you need to know.”
“I’m just interested and because I have a right to know. I love her.”
“An unknown man paid me to kill her, because he has the belief that she is the last remaining descendant of Satan.”
“That is ridiculous!”
“No matter how ridiculous it is, I am getting paid an enormous sum of money to kill her. And trust me kid, you don’t know what sacrifice is, nor do you know what love is. You are too young to understand adult matters.”
“However big the sum of money is, I can double it. And I am absolutely certain that I love her.”
“You don’t understand what love is, kid. You have a day to get that money to me, or else she dies.”
“Ha! Are you that stupid? I’m going to call the police the minute you get out of here.”
“No you won’t. The girl is coming with me. If I hear even any indication that the police is after me, she dies.”

And with that he took the gagged girl out of the house, going through the same window he came by. The boy was traumatized; how would he save her?
Episode 5

The assassin was in his room with the gagged girl pleading with gestures to speak. Eventually he gave in, but reminded her that if she yelled she was a good as dead. She nodded, showing understanding. He took the duct tape off of her mouth and she winced in pain.

“You’re evil,” she said quietly, her situation giving her courage.

“If I was evil, I would have killed you immediately. I don’t kill for fun, I kill for money. There are worse people out there than I am.”

“It wasn’t just for the money, was it? Deep down inside you have a heart.”

“I never get emotionally associated with people. Ever.”

And with that he put the duct tape back on her mouth and went to sleep.

He had just joined the academy. The job he had wanted all of his life. Over the centuries, it was assassins that made their mark and he would be one of them. Not to mention he would get paid an enormous sum of money for each kill. He was perfect for the job. He was pitiless. Some would say he was arrogant, others just said that he was cocky. He was also born with a unique trait that gave him immunity to deadly poisons. He had a girlfriend, a beautiful woman who he loved. He was planning to propose to her that night. She was well aware of his business and was under a vow never to speak of it. He was just getting into his car, ready to drive out to her house, when he got a call from his boss, who said it was urgent.

The boss was calling about the assassin’s mission that would make him a hired assassin, not just a trainee. He tried to explain to the boss that the night was as special night for him and his girlfriend, but the boss said the mission had to go down that night. For a minute, the assassin was stunned. Then he came back to understanding and drove with speed to his girlfriend’s house. When he got out of the car, he was still slightly shocked. His girlfriend already had everything ready; dinner was on the plates, music was playing in the background, and white wine was waiting for him on the table. He saw his girlfriend in the kitchen, making the final preparations. He snuck behind her and started kissing her. She was surprised, but then started laughing. They ate dinner and talked about their days, while drinking wine. He made sure not to drink too much, because he had to be ready for the job. After dinner, they crawled up to her bedroom and started making out. They slowly took off their clothing and started to have sexual intercourse. Once it was over, the girl said,

“I know why you are really here.”

“You do?”

“The wine… why didn’t it kill you?”

“Haven’t you forgotten? I’m immune to poison.”

“Oh right. You always reminded me of the devil in that aspect as well as others. Make sure they call you Lucifer.”

“Yes. The name shall always remind me of you.”

“Just make it look good, okay!”

The assassin grinned. He didn’t know it, but that was a grin that many would come to fear. He felt a tear run down from his eye and quickly swept it away. There was no escape. He took out his 9 mm pistol and aimed it at the woman. The bullet raced through the air and hit its target straight in the head. Usually the assassin preferred slow deaths, but he wanted to respect his lover. He put the pistol away and got the gasoline from the car. Within minutes the place had burst into flames. He said farewell to the only love he would ever have, and then sped off into the night. The next day, the police would find only the ashes of twenty-five year old Madison Koy next a stone engraving saying, “Lucifer.” They would later fear this name, seeing it everywhere they went.

Episode 6

The assassin woke up with a shock. His heart racing and a bit depressed after having a dream that reminded him of a bad memory. He got up and unshackled the girl and took the girl with him. They ate breakfast at a cheap fast food restaurant and they spent most of the day waiting for a call from her young man. Finally the boy had retrieved the money from various places. The assassin walked the girl to the nearby Spanish Steps, where the transaction would be made. He already had a plan that would get him much more money than he was about to obtain.

The teenage boy appeared out of the corner, a suitcase in his hands. The assassin with the girl in his arms. The boy put down the suitcase and went back a few steps. The assassin grinned and threw the girl onto the suitcase and then shot the suitcase. It exploded into a whirl of flames and the assassin sprinted away to his hotel, where his sleek silver Ferrari awaited him. He raced out of the place as fast as he could and sped towards the five million dollars that awaited him.

The girl was only was only five when the incident had happened. Her parents had loved her dearly, but whenever the girl went to church (her parents were very Catholic) she always felt a pain deep inside her soul. When she got baptized all she felt was agony. Eventually they went to a doctor to figure out the problem. He said there was no known disease that was like this. Then, finally one day the priest came to her house and had a long talk with her parents. She could not understand much of what he was saying, except the name Lucifer. A day after that, her parents never said a word to her and she had to stay in her room day after day. One week after this, her parents got killed in what was described as a freak accident. Ever since her uncle and aunt lived in her house and treated her as if she was their own. And then one day, when she was twenty years old she met him. Before they knew it they loved each other and he proposed to her. They planned to get married when they turned twenty-five.


Episode 7

The girl woke up with a shock. She was in a hospital and all of her family members were beside her, including her lover. She had suffered major injuries, but luckily she did not die. She wondered just then why the assassin hadn’t killed her, but she figured he had the intention. But she was indeed wrong.

Episode 8

The assassin rode in his Ferrari with a wide grin on his face. He drove all of the way to Munich, where he then caught a flight from there to the Agency. He entered the rotating door. And then looked at his boss with great surprise.

“I didn’t know it had already been six weeks,” he said to his boss with a smile.

“It has only been six days. My plans got delayed, but I didn’t expect for you to get the job done this early.”

“Remember that I am the best. How about you pour me a glass of wine and we sit down like real gentlemen?”

“Yes good idea. Sit down please.”

The boss poured the gleaming liquid from his decanter. The assassin sipped it carefully.

“So, you killed her then?” the boss asked.

“No I did not. In fact that is the reason why I came here…”

The assassin got up and held the wine glass above his boss’ throat. He grinned.

“Why did you force me to kill my own daughter?”

He was only eighteen when he heard the news from his girlfriend. He had gotten her pregnant and now his dream of being an assassin was completely obliterated. He finally encouraged his girlfriend to get their child adopted. Except the only people who wanted the child was a science laboratory in Rome who was looking for people to experiment on. They said they could not specify what the experiment was, because it “was a top secret government project.” The boy secretly gave his daughter without his girlfriend’s knowledge and it was the last thing he had ever heard of the girl. But he had heard that after the experiment had failed the daughter was given to a family in Rome. He promised that one day he would visit the girl and explain to her who she really was. She was the daughter of Satan.

Episode 9

“So you finally figured it out, eh?” said the boss, who was still overlooking the assassin, “well sit down then and we will talk like normal gentlemen.” Lucifer took a seat and patiently waited for an explanation.

“As you know, she was an experiment which included one thousand other children like her. She was the only one who survived the experimenting. The scientists explained that they were going to transform a normal human being into a super human, genetically modifying them. It was so dangerous though that the government shut it down. She survived though and now she could withstand more pain than a normal human being. She had amazing abilities that were all put to waste. But the experiment had some negative effects on her as well. The scientist had found a body that was centuries old. They originally thought it was one of the first human species, but it had completely different genetic structure than any other human. They took out some of the blood out of these specimens and inserted it into the girl’s bloodstream. This gave her more abilities, like the ability to jump more than ten meters into the air. But whenever the girl entered a sacred building, she felt pain in her soul. The only explanation was that the specimens that the scientists found were demons, beings from the depths of hell. This all that I was told. Are you happy?”

“One more question: how do you know all of this and why was I paid to kill her?”

“I was one of the scientists. The government doesn’t want anybody to know about the experiment, so they decided to kill her off. I knew you would realize that she was your daughter. I knew you wouldn’t kill her. She holds unimaginable power that must be released.”

“But you won’t be in this world to see that unfortunately.”

The assassin picked up his 9 mm pistol and fired five bullets that shot through the air and struck the man in his soul. He got up then out of his seat and took out the last explosives in his car. The assassin went out of the door with his slick, black jacket. He hopped into his silver Ferrari and rode off into the night. He said goodbye to the very Agency that he had always dreamt of joining. The building burst into flames that pursued the assassin, as if it was the last bit of vengeance. He would never see the place again.

Episode 10

The assassin drove all the way back to Rome with his top down the entire way. The wind rustled his hair along with the nice cool breeze accompanied him throughout the trip. By the time he reached Rome summer was coming to its end. He laughed at the thought that it had nearly been two weeks since he had been given the duty. He was now by himself, surely being pursued by the government that had paid him to do the job. He entered Rome going at a relatively fast speed, but then he realized that it wouldn’t be a good idea to raise attention and then slowed down to a near halt. He then checked into a reasonably nice hotel and picked up the only English newspaper he could find. He read with careful eyes to see if there were any reports of the girl. He found it! He also found the address of the hospital where the girl was recovering. He decided to get some sleep and the next day he left counterfeit money at the front desk. He figured that he wouldn’t need it from now on. He then slid into his car and drove off to the hospital.

He found out where the girl was sleeping by using the old “distant relative” trick. He walked the hallways with utter disgust. Many people were grasping onto their last threads of life. “People should die when they are meant to die,” he thought to himself, “the reaper doesn’t forget that easily. One day he will kill you violently. You should just die when you have a choice.”

He entered the door in which the doctor had directed him to. He went in as silently and as quickly as he could and nobody noticed him, until he yelled at them. “Nobody move or I will kill her.” The minions seemed to process this well and they all backed into the corner with their hands up high. All but the boy and the girl.

“You’re coming with me,” the assassin then said and the boy nodded, seeming to understand; “now you all have two options. Let me take the boy and the girl and pretend nothing happened, or you can all get killed right now so I won’t have to get worried about more police on my tail.” All of them understood. Then the assassin took the boy and girl and jumped out of the window and ran, with the boy and girl, to his car. He told the boy and girl to get in.

He then rode off in his car, both the boy and girl in the back. They did not have frightened faces though. They knew that the assassin would not kill them. Suddenly they came to an understanding that made them tearful. They would never see the beautiful city of Rome again.

The assassin rode off into the afternoon with a smile. He stopped suddenly and got a bottle of wine out and began drinking it, still steering his car with perfection. This was really how life was meant to be lived. The beauty of life made him accelerate until he reached a speed of two hundred kilometers an hour. He rode on until it was night-time, knowing that in he would probably never have this nostalgic feeling again. He breathed the wine in, for in the next weeks he knew that they would experience hell.


Please if any of you can bear to read it, it is a good story (according to many people who have read it) and I would really appreciate some criticism.