Author’s Note:  This is actually an English paper I had to write.  The style is called the stream of consciousness and instead of telling the story from the outside point of view, this is more intimate and is what the character’s thoughts.  It doesn’t have to make sense, that’s why I enjoyed writing it, so I hope you guys enjoy it too.  And everything is © me, so don’t steal.The Thoughts of an Assassin

           You shall meet him someday.

           Today.  Today is the day, many shall meet him.  My best friend.  I want to be him, but I am not.  Many thought I am him.  How I wish that is true.  Their last thoughts, I want them to be true.  But I am not him, only his vessel.

           Do you fear him?

           No, he is my friend.  I am his vessel.  He is good to me.  I bring so many to meet him, they have not returned.  I have not met him yet.  Later, years away, I will.  I’m still me.  I will have to meet him someday.  No matter how hard I try, I am still me, nothing will change that.  I do not fear him, I made others fear.  Weaklings, they fear.

           He is the most feared.

           I’ve trained to hard.  Come too far.  I will not fear him.  He needs me, like many others.  I am the best one.  No one has beaten me.  Except her.  That look, those eyes.  They haunt me.  She is gone, but she is still here.  So innocent, but stained with red.  She saw, and no one was supposed to.  Such a foolish child, she didn’t know what to fear.

           What he wants, I can give.

           I’m made to break it.  The smell of the liquid excites me.  I’ve tasted it, and want more.  The crimson color draws me in.  She had the best, so sweet and pure.  Such a waste, but she saw.  She cannot go on after seeing.  Why can’t I get her out of my mind?  Go away!  It drives me insane, thinking about her.  He was pleased at it.  I pleased him, why is she still here?

           All for him.

           The metallic smell, the crimson color, the salty taste, the watery feel, the agonizing scream.  She didn’t scream much.  She just looked at me.  She smiled.  She didn’t know, she didn’t know.  So innocent.  Eyes so bright, smile so sweet.  But she saw her mother sleeping.  Her dad falling asleep.  They will dream about him, an eternal dream.  Whoever saw must go meet him.  Her eyes stare blankly now, her smile frozen.  So still.  Her eyes are everywhere I look.  She put them there.  But it’s for him.  He is happy.

           The crimson won’t come off.

           Cold and shiny.  Every time the red comes off.  It looks so innocent and pure.  It always comes off.  No one ever knows until they felt the cold sting.  They cannot see me.  Fools, idiots.  No one ever sees me, except her.  Foolish child.  She shouldn’t have been there.  Not then.  It was dark, she didn’t see the crimson.  Her nose wasn’t sharp enough to smell it.  Her eyes so full of sleep she didn’t see the metal.  She saw me.  She smiled.  Her eyes brightened.  I hate that.  Her eyes are always here.  Looking at me.  Why can’t she leave me alone?  Now the red won’t come off.  The shine is dull, it’s not pure.

           She is always with me.

           She won’t go away.  I screamed at her.  I yelled at her to go away.  Go away.  She did not listen.  She is still here.  Her face is unchanging.  Always that blank stare.  That sweet smile.  That smile.  Even as she met him, she smiled.  She did not know.  Too young to understand.  So pristine.  It wasn’t her time.

           He is coming to me now.

           I can feel it.  She is watching me.  Telling me to see him.  Even before I see the red metal, before I felt the cold sting.  I know.  She will always be by my side.  I can’t change that.  I can’t change who I am.  I will always be me.  That is my weakness.  There is no use screaming.  The pain is unbearable.  It’s cold and hot.  It is painful, yet it brings relief.  I can’t scream, there is no use.

           He is close now, too close to turn back.