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So many simple things in life that plague us, but the one thing we need most we have so little of, not that we use what we have well. Timing is important in my work, after all, if I have poor timing, the target escapes. No confirmed kill, no payment and soon I would be running away from hostile agents, security guards or even the good ol’ police.
Curiosity is a funny thing, but an infectious thing was well. Watching my father left his study in the afternoon to go to work, my interest grew as he locked the door. Of course, he didn’t see me through the keyhole I was peeping through. Once his footsteps had faded in the distance, I left my room and into the stunning old hall.
“Can you hand me those nails?” Louis asked.
Catherine took a handful out of the bucket and placed it in his open hand so he could resume his hammering. The windows were just about secure, but it was made difficult work thanks to the sun. It had to be now of all times for the heatwave to strike.
Kor was a strange man to say the least. He spent all his time indoors, ordering food with the help of today's technology. He had the money for everything, so what practical reason was there for leaving? For me, someone who has a life and relationship, plenty, but for him, not at all.
The bus doors hissed and I took the opportunity to leave now. Somehow, I didn’t feel safe anywhere. Nowhere felt far enough from the darkened forest, the foreboding mountain. The cold mist seemed to sweep in and out of my life and with it I felt I saw dark figures watching me within.
Be sure to follow!