walkbyfaith
January 25th, 2011, 11:35 AM
AVTOMAT KALASHNIKOVA
Not even blood can wash away the goodness inside your heart, for, we are all born of love.
The Avtomat Kalashnikova model of 1947, commonly known as AK -47 is the most prolific assault rifle that exists today. It is an amalgam of desired criteria designed to withstand the worst condition one could ever imagine. It‘s durability can defy sandstorms, glaciers and typhoons which is paradoxical to its low-production cost. If you want someone dead, all you should do is pull the trigger from a distance of 1300ft and watch how the savage rifle will ragingly fire its hasty bullets propelled to filch your enemy’s life. The gun is truly legendary, but I wonder if it can take away the quintessence of being a man in me..
“ Target is approaching fast, you got 10 seconds to shoot..”
10.… 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4.… 3.…. 2.…”
I uttered a little prayer before beating the trigger.
Just like a whisper, my 46th prey was blown by my little friend named Bullet.
In my experience, guns are the most reliable talkers. It will only speak once, and when it does, it’s the end of conversation.
My name is John and I’m chasing vengeance. I’m trying to forget my past, my family, my lover and my friends. After the chaotic scene that took place ten years ago, I throttled my way forward to steer my lethal pursuit. It’s clear that not even my memories can stop me from painting the face of bloodshed.
“Nice work John. I have already forwarded the money. I’ll call you when I need you. ” a voice of a satisfied client talking.
Being an assassin is not easy. Love is a distraction. Affection is a wick for self-mutilation. Mercy must be eclipsed by odium and socialization must be episodic.
A day after, I went to Hawaii.
The Hawaiian juices are soothing, enough to relax my nerves.
Lively bodies are everywhere and the aroma of the bright flowers smells like life. How I love to watch the sunset as the serene lightness of wind gently kisses my stitched lips. I plan on wasting the day without talking to anyone when suddenly…
“ Hey..” a feminine voice.
(I stared at the girl, showing no emotions.)
“You’ve been lying there for almost five hours, I really thought you’re dead. .”
“ What do you want?” I asked.
“ I’m Mindy, and as you see, I’m looking for…”
“ I’m dull.” just to get rid of her.
“Well, I’m just glad you’re alive. ” she’s now walking away..
I watched her walk away quite troubled by my rudeness.
But conscience was hurting my ear so I called her back.
“Mindy. ” with a voice only above whisper.
She turned around smiling at me.
“ Let’s have fun!” she said with her eyes sparkling.
I was never with a woman for years now. I’ve forgotten what it feels like. In fact,even my few words seemed improper and I was beginning to think that I turned into a jerk over the course of time. Anyway, she’s still there, but I wont blame her if she chooses to leave me as the tribal rhythms of ethnic drums drown my hearing.
We watched how Hawaiians dance with fire. I watched her go crazy over glasses of tequila. I listened to her insane shouting. I photographed her dancing. And what did I do for fun? Nothing.
“ So John, how about tomorrow?”
“ Nope.”
“ That’s really sad.” her face rumpled.
“ Tonight.” I said with a manly stare on my face.
“ I really thought you‘re gay.”
I saw how elated she was and that put a conserved smile on my lips. After all the killings, I actually made someone glad. She’s like a child, a little girl playing with an assassin.
And so I carried her to bed. We kissed passionately. I felt her warmth. I ripped her top apart. I explored her body. I never felt this kind of thirst before. I traveled into a wonderland. I didn’t close my eyes. I chose to savor the view and I absorbed the scene of pleasure.
Her lips traveled down into my burly chest then she slowly went higher to lick my neck. Her fingernails scratched my back which took me atop of a very high sensation.
I put my lips on her ear before I teasingly brush it with my tongue.
I bit her neck and I carried her up against the wall.
She wrapped her legs around my hips.
I stared within the depth of her eyes and we became one.
There was pleasure, there was satisfaction, I found my release.
I left before she woke up and the last thing I saw in Hawaii was her beautiful face. I really believed that of all the roses, she’s the only one without thorns.
Two months later, I received a call from a client.
“ Mindy Shannen, An Irish Businesswoman. She’s a hindrance to my business.. For 1 Million USD, would you do it John?”
The dial tone awakened my senses. It felt like I was falling from an unending height of devastation. Where is my heart when I said yes?
But I’m an assassin. Someone will do it eventually so, I’d rather be the one.
I went to work. I checked her profile. I surveyed her visibility. I marked her routine and covered the most perfect surveillance designed to kill my 47th target.
From the tiniest bit of information I got, I begun cracking her personal data until I filled the vacuum of my determination with clustered facts aimed to kill her .
“ So she uses dirty tricks too. She orders pawns like me to kill for her. She’s a demi-goddess..” Perhaps, things like this is a way for an elite.
“ A rose without thorns huh? She’s a thorn with a rose.”
Everything was set to fulfillment. The plan to snatch her breath seemed an easy task.
I called my spotter, Leo.
Since the location is crowded, a shot from a distance would be suiting and an assistance from an eagle eye is necessary for counter-measures.
“ Target’s location is verified. She’s going out… She’s going out…
We got four seconds to terminate her….……..and…. she’s out!!”
“You’re in John!”
The crosshair was perfectly aimed on her still forehead. My breathing was flawless and there was no doubt in my mind that I was going to kill her. I heard a dove clapping his wings as the voice from my radio echoes the signal of a looming tragedy. I saw her smiling from afar in the middle of that lethal scope.
“ 4.……3.…….2.…….”
“ BANG!!”
I hastily turned my back as spectators and sirens begun to inundate the place.
“ Perfect John!”
Leo’s voice verified the crime’s success right in my ear.
I saw the red and blue lights scattered in all directions before I vanished along with my conscience…
“ Same as ever John. You’ll get the money as part of our deal. I’ll call you when I need you.”
After receiving my satisfied client’s call, I immediately thought of checking my e-mail to confirm if he abided with our deal.
The familiar tone of Windows serenaded my ears.
Only short seconds elapsed and I was there.
Email: [email protected]******.com
Password: chas******e
There are two unread messages. I was expecting only one and so I thought of another obliteration request right away. But I was wrong…
John,
I do hope that you remember me. I’ve never met a guy like you before- someone as reserved.
John, I’m havin’ a child and please, don’t be too frigid not to understand why I’m telling you this.
All you need to do is reply to this message.
I’ll be waiting..
Mindy. .
Not even blood can wash away the goodness inside your heart, for, we are all born of love.
The Avtomat Kalashnikova model of 1947, commonly known as AK -47 is the most prolific assault rifle that exists today. It is an amalgam of desired criteria designed to withstand the worst condition one could ever imagine. It‘s durability can defy sandstorms, glaciers and typhoons which is paradoxical to its low-production cost. If you want someone dead, all you should do is pull the trigger from a distance of 1300ft and watch how the savage rifle will ragingly fire its hasty bullets propelled to filch your enemy’s life. The gun is truly legendary, but I wonder if it can take away the quintessence of being a man in me..
“ Target is approaching fast, you got 10 seconds to shoot..”
10.… 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4.… 3.…. 2.…”
I uttered a little prayer before beating the trigger.
Just like a whisper, my 46th prey was blown by my little friend named Bullet.
In my experience, guns are the most reliable talkers. It will only speak once, and when it does, it’s the end of conversation.
My name is John and I’m chasing vengeance. I’m trying to forget my past, my family, my lover and my friends. After the chaotic scene that took place ten years ago, I throttled my way forward to steer my lethal pursuit. It’s clear that not even my memories can stop me from painting the face of bloodshed.
“Nice work John. I have already forwarded the money. I’ll call you when I need you. ” a voice of a satisfied client talking.
Being an assassin is not easy. Love is a distraction. Affection is a wick for self-mutilation. Mercy must be eclipsed by odium and socialization must be episodic.
A day after, I went to Hawaii.
The Hawaiian juices are soothing, enough to relax my nerves.
Lively bodies are everywhere and the aroma of the bright flowers smells like life. How I love to watch the sunset as the serene lightness of wind gently kisses my stitched lips. I plan on wasting the day without talking to anyone when suddenly…
“ Hey..” a feminine voice.
(I stared at the girl, showing no emotions.)
“You’ve been lying there for almost five hours, I really thought you’re dead. .”
“ What do you want?” I asked.
“ I’m Mindy, and as you see, I’m looking for…”
“ I’m dull.” just to get rid of her.
“Well, I’m just glad you’re alive. ” she’s now walking away..
I watched her walk away quite troubled by my rudeness.
But conscience was hurting my ear so I called her back.
“Mindy. ” with a voice only above whisper.
She turned around smiling at me.
“ Let’s have fun!” she said with her eyes sparkling.
I was never with a woman for years now. I’ve forgotten what it feels like. In fact,even my few words seemed improper and I was beginning to think that I turned into a jerk over the course of time. Anyway, she’s still there, but I wont blame her if she chooses to leave me as the tribal rhythms of ethnic drums drown my hearing.
We watched how Hawaiians dance with fire. I watched her go crazy over glasses of tequila. I listened to her insane shouting. I photographed her dancing. And what did I do for fun? Nothing.
“ So John, how about tomorrow?”
“ Nope.”
“ That’s really sad.” her face rumpled.
“ Tonight.” I said with a manly stare on my face.
“ I really thought you‘re gay.”
I saw how elated she was and that put a conserved smile on my lips. After all the killings, I actually made someone glad. She’s like a child, a little girl playing with an assassin.
And so I carried her to bed. We kissed passionately. I felt her warmth. I ripped her top apart. I explored her body. I never felt this kind of thirst before. I traveled into a wonderland. I didn’t close my eyes. I chose to savor the view and I absorbed the scene of pleasure.
Her lips traveled down into my burly chest then she slowly went higher to lick my neck. Her fingernails scratched my back which took me atop of a very high sensation.
I put my lips on her ear before I teasingly brush it with my tongue.
I bit her neck and I carried her up against the wall.
She wrapped her legs around my hips.
I stared within the depth of her eyes and we became one.
There was pleasure, there was satisfaction, I found my release.
I left before she woke up and the last thing I saw in Hawaii was her beautiful face. I really believed that of all the roses, she’s the only one without thorns.
Two months later, I received a call from a client.
“ Mindy Shannen, An Irish Businesswoman. She’s a hindrance to my business.. For 1 Million USD, would you do it John?”
The dial tone awakened my senses. It felt like I was falling from an unending height of devastation. Where is my heart when I said yes?
But I’m an assassin. Someone will do it eventually so, I’d rather be the one.
I went to work. I checked her profile. I surveyed her visibility. I marked her routine and covered the most perfect surveillance designed to kill my 47th target.
From the tiniest bit of information I got, I begun cracking her personal data until I filled the vacuum of my determination with clustered facts aimed to kill her .
“ So she uses dirty tricks too. She orders pawns like me to kill for her. She’s a demi-goddess..” Perhaps, things like this is a way for an elite.
“ A rose without thorns huh? She’s a thorn with a rose.”
Everything was set to fulfillment. The plan to snatch her breath seemed an easy task.
I called my spotter, Leo.
Since the location is crowded, a shot from a distance would be suiting and an assistance from an eagle eye is necessary for counter-measures.
“ Target’s location is verified. She’s going out… She’s going out…
We got four seconds to terminate her….……..and…. she’s out!!”
“You’re in John!”
The crosshair was perfectly aimed on her still forehead. My breathing was flawless and there was no doubt in my mind that I was going to kill her. I heard a dove clapping his wings as the voice from my radio echoes the signal of a looming tragedy. I saw her smiling from afar in the middle of that lethal scope.
“ 4.……3.…….2.…….”
“ BANG!!”
I hastily turned my back as spectators and sirens begun to inundate the place.
“ Perfect John!”
Leo’s voice verified the crime’s success right in my ear.
I saw the red and blue lights scattered in all directions before I vanished along with my conscience…
“ Same as ever John. You’ll get the money as part of our deal. I’ll call you when I need you.”
After receiving my satisfied client’s call, I immediately thought of checking my e-mail to confirm if he abided with our deal.
The familiar tone of Windows serenaded my ears.
Only short seconds elapsed and I was there.
Email: [email protected]******.com
Password: chas******e
There are two unread messages. I was expecting only one and so I thought of another obliteration request right away. But I was wrong…
John,
I do hope that you remember me. I’ve never met a guy like you before- someone as reserved.
John, I’m havin’ a child and please, don’t be too frigid not to understand why I’m telling you this.
All you need to do is reply to this message.
I’ll be waiting..
Mindy. .