The room was dark and silent. The boy could feel his own heartbeat as he waited for his prey. His legs were starting to cramp, he was holding the same position for over two hours. But that was nothing, nothing compared to what he already endured. All that mattered was to complete the mission. The room was small but luxuriously decorated one could feel just from entering that the owner was someone without money problems. It was somewhat of a study with a couch in the middle, sitting on a furry rug. In front of it a desk with a chair covered in black leather. The whole left side was taken by a bookshelf leaving only a small part between the wall. There, crouched was a small boy waiting for his opportunity.
Talking about an opportunity, one was coming as he heard footsteps in the corridor and a while after the door creaking. As the door opened the boy saw an old man, face stern but showing signs of exhaustion. “Ehhh, if it continues like this nothing will help this country no more. I should have taken my family and left a long time ago”. The boy got ready, he knew his opportunity was coming and he had to take it. He heard the old man and agreed with him, he should have left this godforsaken country when he had a chance. Now there was only one fate waiting for him. The boy knew that only one person could leave this room alive and he would do what it takes for it to be him.
The man walked across and sat on the leather chair. He sighted, lighted a candle and started looking through the papers that were lying around on the desk. The boy was ready and as soon as the man started to get into his work, he leaped out of his hiding space and started running for his target. A pair of daggers appeared in his hands. As the man was turning around one was logged in his neck, cutting his esophagus and leaving him unable to scream. As he was starting to reach for his neck the boy removed the dagger and in one motion slammed the other one in his heart. As the man's face was turning from surprise to pain and finally resignation, the boy was making sure that the body does not make a sound when it falls. When the man was suffocating to death the boy was already leaping through the window.
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He knew that he did not have a lot of time. Somebody was bound to come in the study sooner or later and if he was not out of the property by that time he was as good as dead. The jump was from the second floor but it was nothing for him. The property was vast and patrolled, but as soon as he made it to the gardens he was able to slip through the vegetation and reach the tall fence. He cleared it and was soon on the other side. Now all that was left was skulking through the noble quarters and into the slum.
As soon as he entered the hideout he was assaulted from the back. He was expecting it and was already on the move he leaped forward and got ready to defend himself. As soon as he started to make a move he felt incredible pain in his legs and right after in his head. He slammed head first into the floor.
As he was laying down and a pool of his own blood was starting to form he heard the words of his attacker. “The little rat came back. I hope you got the mission done. In case you didn’t, I will need to get a little rough”. The boy was expecting it yet he was still unable to do anything about it. He would have to bide his time and wait for the opportunity. Just like with the old man, one would come sooner or later and he was sure to take it.