The Assasin- By Maggie

She nervously left the gloomy depths of the forest and skittered onto the pavement. The half-moon emitted icy rays of weak light that seeped over the jagged road and that enveloped the surrounding street. She wearily watched the last lights from the houses flicker out and pulled her shadowy mask tighter around her ghostly face. Her nose twitched as the stench of rubbish wafted with the breeze and she smirked a horrid grin. There were enough places to hide in this dump. Houses glared at each other across the streets desolate road and trees stretched their gnarled fingers up to the sky.  She gripped her grey coat firmly and wrapped it around herself even tighter as she crawled behind large bins and into the shadows, any minute now…

‘They’ll be here soon,’ the assassin reassured herself, crouching low, positioned for the attack. Adrenaline dangerously pulsed through her, eyes squinting into the curtain of black. But soon she was doubting herself considerately but the sheer hunger for blood kept her stock still. Eyes adjusting, nose twitching, mouth framed in a murderous snarl, she crouched ever so slightly moving from dustbin to dustbin to see if he was there.

After what seemed a lifetime, with her face sweaty and her legs shaking from ache, a small shadow snuck along the derelict street, over the twisted roots of a cherry blossom and into the moon’s light. The figure emitted unexplainable sounds, ‘Scrape’, ‘Rustle’ and the assassin tensed her body, every limb in her body shrieking with pain and anxiety.

“You stupid animal,” she spat with glee, “It’s just too easy...”

And with that, she lunged. Weapons raised, the assassin went for the kill. She pounced upon her victim and she stopped. The rustling continued as it sank down, the plastic bag flew into the wind once more as the murderer slowly reclined, white hot with anger.

She kicked herself hard in the shins and roared. Her face was tense and ridged with fury. Never had she been so ignorant and embarrassed, she cursed herself and ran nimbly under a car and behind its tyre.

She inhaled the muddy tyres and breathed out, talking quietly to herself to reassure her that she would not go home and give up. Time ticked by until it slowed down and to the assassins delight, he appeared. Oblivious and unaware of his whereabouts. She sprinted at the victim, ‘Scratch’ ‘Snap’ a malicious grin stretched across her face.
A murdered cat got dragged into the forest, the eyes dead and lifeless.
Blood spurted from its wounds and left a gruesome trail along the jagged stones. With the raccoon’s mouth frothing around the edges, she gleefully disappeared into the forest with the cat and waited triumphantly for the welcome back and the banquette ahead for her and the others.