Assassin By: C.R. Diamond

The man landed on a pile of broken glass, but he was not dead. He got to his feet as quickly as he could and ran as fast as his fat legs could carry him. His five hundred dollar three piece suit made things difficult for him, and the shards of broken glass penetrating his forearm didn't help either. His chubby arms swung back and forth as he ran toward the steel door that lead to the building's stairwell. In his left hand some paper paperwork that made him an unpopular fellow, and in his right hand a scrap of paper with a black spot on it. The man hit the steel door, and it swung open. His fear mixed almost perfectly with his uncoordinated body causing him to fall down the first set of steel grip stairs. He crashed into the drywall on the turn leaving an imprint of sweat that resembled his face, but it didn't stop him. He got to his feet, and staggered down the stairs. His right hand now clenched to his chest feeling his increased heartbeat. He fell against the steel door with a seven on it that lead to the company- parking complex. Seven wasn't his lucky number he realized as his breathing increased. In the distance across the cement floor of the parking complex the man could see his brand new shiny green Rolls Royce. He could feel pain in his left shoulder as he struggled to get himself across the cold cement parking complex. He reached inside his suit and pulled out a bottle of aspirin. He ripped the cap off and the remaining eight into his fat mouth. He swallowed with his own sweat and saliva. The man threw himself up against his car's door. He shoved his hands into his pocket, searching feverishly for his car keys. He pulled out one key, and it fell from his sweaty hand, and under the car. The man cursed as he got down on his knees to search for the key. Black oil stained his coat sleeve as he felt around underneath the car. When he found his key immediately he got to his feet. He keyed up the area around the keyhole trying to insert the key. When he did he like a flash he swung the door open, got in, and slammed the door shut locking it. Inside the Rolls Royce the man found himself in the dark. He put the key in the ignition and then heard a voice. "Thus ends the tyrant." The man swung around. BANG!