Regret Of The Assassin

within any underground syndicate was darkness and within said darkness lived gray fisher, the only man known to have his face next to the definition of Assassin and with every mission he undergoes his heart grows more darker and darker, one rainy evening after nearly finishing a difficult mission even the higher ups thought impossible, using the alley way walls to support his weight while walking he tripped and fell down and was looking straight up towards the the full moon in the rainy night he's body starts getting colder and colder feeling death creeping close towards him he reached out to his right pocket for one last smoke for old times sake mumbling to himself this really ain't a bad way to go out I've done more than enough right, suddenly background noises of splashes of water and what looked like someone's groceries on the rain drench ground hey... hey are you okay mister wait I need to stop the bleeding first, said amanda seyfried kneeling before the injured man trying her best to help gray get back on his feet, for a slight second in gray's eyes it felt as though time had stopped with the look of disbelief on his face the full moon light shined on them as if encouraging them to keep moving forward , don't worry mister l won't let you die here said amanda while walking shoulder to shoulder with gray they managed to to get to her little house , before amanda could open the door gray had passed out to a deep slumber due to tiredness and loss of blood, don't you dare die on me mister and she brought him inside she lived alone so she removed the blood stained clothes and laid him in bed and the next morning wha.. what the hell happen to my clothes why the hell am I naked screamed gray still in shock , keep it down you'll disturb the neighbors With a sleepy look on her face she replied .... TO BE CONTINUED......