How?"he found himself asking as stared painfully into the depths of the cold eyes before him. There was no trace of remorse in them but anger that had burned unable to die down over years. His death was written deep within them and he knew there was no coming back from this.
Yet with death so near he couldn't bring himself to stop wondering,to stop looking at the eyes,the lips,that he knew would definitely haunt him in the next world. He closed his eyes willing his heart to hate and despise his betrayer but all he could see was all the memories they had.
"Don't bother yourself thinking so hard,it won't help you where you are gonna go!"There was so much mockery behind the voice.
He felt what he hadn't felt in a very long time.Pain. Helplessness as he faced death. Yet that wasn't what was actually bothering him . Funny how he always thought of himself dead but now he knew that death was less painful than what he was going through. The bullet would never kill him it would just do him a favour and remove him from his missery.
"I trusted you. How could you?" He asked forcing himself to not actually shout the question that was piercing your mind.
The lips parted to show a thin line in form a smile but more of a sneer.
"Mmh. That's for me to know and for you to RIP!"
The gun shot was so loud ,the bullet having a great impact on its target. Blood and brain tissue splattered everywhere. The assasin stood motionlessly the gun hanging weakly on the hand a smile plastered on the cold face..,...