Masiro Vilende

[Exile]

Page Five

A second one.
You got the taste.
Prove yourself.
Don't go to waste.

Last night was perfect. The moons, the stars, and the sun. Their beauty. Non of it matched Nilara's. Her short blonde hair, her warm and caring eyes. Everything was perfect. Almost like..Like..No, no. Not now. The Mark's waiting, and i need to stay focused. Doctor Phila. Doctor..Phila. A medical genius. Responsible for several of this century's genetic breakthrough's. Why anyone would want him dead is beyond me. But who am i to question. I have my mark. And i have my rifle. I looked around me and noticed a Raven sitting on the balcony. A black, beautiful Raven. I stroked my rifle down it's barrel and waited..


The waiting did not last long. After about fifteen minutes my mark came outside. The slide doors of the hospital opened, and there he was. Phila. "It's an honor", i thought to myself. A tall man in his late Fifty's. A grey beard with a typical old man moustache. Easy to recognize. Easy to take down. As Phila stepped towards his black Limousine, i targeted his heart. I praised my ancestors and pulled the trigger.

There was a silent plof as the weapon went off. It struck the old man in the heart, to which he fell dead towards the ground. His driver seemed to notice, and actually care for once. He got out and started screaming. What it was that he screamed was unimportant to me. I packed up my rifle and left the hotel room, climbed down the stairs and got on my Motor bike. I slid the windshield down of my helmet as i left. Another job well done. Another too easy job done. Another life, gone.

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