Assassination

Those dark streets that are humid from the fog 

My breath is hot but it's foggy as the mist

Running from corner to corner looking for a person

Someone is following me 

chasing me as if I'm a target

Blood staining my clothes

no matter how many times I stop it.

It keeps flowing through

He's slowly catching up. 

i stumble

My mistake!

He's above me smiling and his eyes are pleased

Cut...Cut...Cut...

That's all I hear my arms and legs can't move anymore

Everyone doesn't look this way

They don't want to get involved

Can you blame them

They don't want to die just yet

Target Dead

Mission Successful