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The Assassin  

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The Assassin There he was lying down on the ground. The sharp, spiky gravel dug into him like knives and the rain poured from the sky like it was never going to stop. A car's headlights took the shadow off his face and his greens eyes lit up. His short black hair, which had been spiked up, was now completely flat and the rain dripped off his tanned face. A cat appeared from nowhere, but he still didn't move a muscle. That was the type of person he was. Nothing bothered him. Now he lifted his arm and with his steady hand gripped the gun again aiming it at the house. It was an old house in the middle of nowhere. Nearest houses were miles away. Dark, grey clouds hung above it and the rain was dripping through a small rounded hole in the roof, which was dampening the floor of...

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