Wrote up chapter three today, figured I should and not lag behind Sumi.
Every chapter more of less has a lot of action in it, but what do you expect? Hitmen never get a moments rest, expecially if you're on duty.
Target Three – Welcome To My Home
*Walking through two large wooden doors, into a European style house with detail in every nook and cranny, is the
hitman wearing a stylish, yet tattered suit, and the old man that hired him*
Old Man: This is my home.
Hitman: Quite a place you have.
Old Man: Make yourself comfortable.
Hitman: Is that possible with so many stares?
*A small army of maids and butlers stand in front of the hitman and old man, in the middle they split, creating a
pathway to an elegant staircase*
Maids: Welcome back master.
Butler: Is there anything you would like sir?
Old Man: My guest and I will be heading to where Adelina is, bring us both coffees.
Hitman: Even maids and butlers, exactly how rich are you?
Old Man: Does that matter at the moment, hitman?
Hitman: Not exactly, just wanted to know how much money I could get from you.
Butlers & Maids: [He said it so bluntly!]
Old Man: Do not worry, your pay will be high, if you complete this job successfully.
Hitman: Alright, but you better not try to trick me later on.
Butler & Maids: [Hitmen aren’t allowed to say that!]
Old Man: Rest assured I am a man of my word.
*The old man turns to a butler, wearing glasses and a ponytail*
Old Man: Where is my daughter, Adelina?
Butler: She should be in the fifth guest room.
Old Man: I see, let us head to the fifth guest room.
*The old man heads towards the elegant staircase, the hitman follows*
Hitman: Why the hell are there so many guest rooms?
Old Man: The room depends on the guest.
Hitman: And so why is your daughter in a guest room?
Old Man: That room is her favourite, she always sits in that room to read and study.
Hitman: She seems pretty diligent, but isn’t she too old for studying?
Old Man: What are you saying? She’s only 16.
Hitman: What the hell!? You’ve gotta be over 200 yourself, how do you have a girl that young as a daughter!?
Old Man: I’m 74, rude hitman.
Hitman: Oh, I see now, she’s got to be adopted, no way such an old man could be active so late in live.
*Hitman shrugs his shoulders in an ‘of course’ manner*
Old Man: Then how old are you!?
Hitman: 28.
Old Man: Whaaaat!? You look forty!
Hitman: Really? Thanks.
Old Man: It was not a compliment!
*The two reach a door at the end of the hallway, all while still arguing*
Hitman: This is the fifth guest room, right?
*The old man stops fuming and notices he has reached the room*
Old Man: Ah, yes, this is the room.
*The Old Man pushes open the doors*
Old Man: Adelina~~~~~~~~~~~~
Adelina: Guran-Pa?
Hitman: Grandpa?
Guran: I’ve missed you~~~~~~~
*The old man, now identified as Guran, dives towards Adelina with open arms, Adelina smashes his face into the
ground with an axe kick*
Hitman: My god! You’ve killed him!
Old Man: Ehehe, so it’s pink today.
*Guran looks up while his face is ground into the ground*
Adelina: Guran-Pa...have you written your will yet?
*Adelina raises her leg again to repeat the same move*
Guran-Pa: Wait Adelina!
Adelina: No mercy for you!
*Adelina brings her divine axe down but is stopped by the hitman*
Adelina: Wha-? Who are you!?
Hitman: Now, now, if you kill him I can’t get paid.
*
Adelina steps back and the hitman lets go of her foot, the hitman then helps Guran to his feet*
Guran: A good kick as always Adelina.
Hitman: She’s your daughter? She isn’t any different than a hitman after your head.
Adelina: Hmph.
Guran: No, there is a difference.
*Guran shows a face of seriousness*
Guran: She’s cute~~~
*Guran breaks that intensity in 0.005 seconds and dives at Adelina yet again, the hitman holds onto his foot, Guran’s
face hits the ground for a second time*
Guran: Oomph.
Hitman: I don’t want to have come here for nothing old man, stop trying to die.
Adelina: So then Guran-Pa, who is this man?
Guran: This man is a hitman, I have hired him to deal with that man.
Adelina: You can’t be serious Guran-Pa, there’s no way one man could deal with him, you’d need an entire army to take
out that man.
Guran: Yes, and even then it would be up to fate.
Hitman: You’re kidding...right?
Adelina: Are you even sure about this man Guran-Pa? He’s wearing dirty, tattered clothes.
Hitman: It’s a suit!
Guran: Please don’t insult his suit Adelina, he’s killed over it.
Hitman: In all seriousness, I need to be filled in on this job.
Guran: Of course, just head over there and sit.
*Guran, Adelina, and the hitman walk over and sit down on very comfortable chairs around a coffee table, the hitman
falls asleep*
Hitman: Snore.
Adelina: Don’t fall asleep!
*Adelina slaps him with no mercy*
Hitman: Uh? Oh, right, job.
Guran: I really do doubt this man...
*Opening the doors with a trolley is a maid, she walks to the coffee table*
Maid: I’ve brought you your coffee master.
Guran: Ah, thank you, just lay it on the table.
Maid: Yes.
Hitman: Hmm?
*The maid puts three cups of coffee on the table*
Maid: Would you like the usual one sugar and cream?
Guran: Yes, but firstly I would like to know why you have brought in three cups when I had asked for two.
Maid: Ah, since you had told us you were going to meet with lady Adelina we presumed she would also like a cup.
Guran: I see, very thoughtful of you.
Maid: Of course not, I’m only doing my job.
Adelina: Then I would like the usual fifteen cubes of sugar.
Hitman: That’s a lot of sugar!
Maid: Of course my lady. And for the guest?
Hitman: I’ll take mine full of lead.
*The hitman draws his gun and shoots the three cups of coffee*
Adelina: Kyaa!
Guran: What in god’s name are you doing!?
Hitman: I’d like to ask your maid that same question.
Maid: Heh, so you figured it out.
Guran: What!?
*The maid dashes at the hitman with a dagger she apparently had concealed on her body*
Maid: I won’t be able to kill this old man with you around, so you’ll die first!
*The maid lunges at the hitman and strikes*
Maid: Hah, for a hitman he sure died easily!
Adelina: Aaaaahhh!
Guran: Run Adelina!
Maid: Not so fast!
*The maid turns to Adelina now and tries to run, but she’s held back by something*
Maid: Wha-
Hitman: Who said I was dead?
Maid: But the dagger went right thro-
*The hitman holding onto the dagger has a weapon concealed himself, a tanto hidden in his shirt*
Hitman: Hitmen don’t only use guns.
Maid: Then I’ll just stab you again!
*Before the maid can move, the hitman throws her at the ceiling, the maid slams into the ceiling, only making her
descent even more painful*
Maid: Ugh!
Hitman: I don’t really like hitting women, but you know, as long as you’re my prey, your gender doesn’t matter.
*The hitman takes out his now unconcealed weapon and draws the tant? from its sheathe and walks to the
motionless maid*
Adelina: Stop!
Guran: Hitman, stop it!
*The hitman ignores the two and looms above the maid*
Maid: Y-you’ll die soon enough, hitman...there’s more than...ugh! There’s more than one of us here...
*The hitman looks down at the maid with the eyes of a heartless killer, then he takes his gun in his right hand already
and shoots at the door, sounds of death are heard*
???: Ugh!
Man: Ack!
Woman: Ack!
*Four thuds are heard, silence afterwards*
Hitman: You were saying?
*The maid shows complete and utter fear of the demon above her*
Hitman: I’ve got a job to do, and I’m going to do it flawlessly, as a hitman should.
*The hitman brings his tant? down upon the maid’s heart*
Adelina: K-killer...
Guran: No matter how many times I see a person die....it never becomes right.
*The hitman pulls his sword out from the now dead maid and turns to the two, repulsed by the grotesque sight of
death*
Hitman: This was a warm welcome you gave me old man, but I have to say the coffee sucked.
Without reason or explanation the hitman kills, all for one thing, his job. If you ever wish to stand in front of a hitman,
be sure to have written your will, have said your goodbyes, and to have repented your sins, for no living being in this
world can stop the predator known as a hitman.
Hitman: I actually like my coffee black.
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