Heaven's Hell Grounds

Thursday, November 11, 2004

For more than three weeks I have left this blog. Three long weeks deprived from writing something lame. Sure feels good to be back. Just for the record, I haven’t been doing sick things with The Sims 2, the previous entry is clearly an exaggeration. That is not to say that what was mentioned is not possible… Let’s not get creative here. Like I have said in the previous entry, I’ll be posting a new story, so here it is! Another attempt at human sentimentality, so bear with me. Guess what’s the guy’s profession, answer’s at the end.

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#04 – In the Face of Death – Imperfection
A fiction by Seraphim

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Prologue

Through the whistling of the wind I heard the voice of an angel. A voice so gentle and smooth, it was otherworldly. The voice sang out to me, singing the song of mercy. Never before had I doubted myself in the face of a woman, never had I questioned my actions. The merciful doubt angered me, almost to the point of frustration and utmost doubt. Yet my fingers pressed on, and the song was nothing more than an echo.

Chapter 1

The Monday blues hung heavily in the stuffy air-conditioned air of the bustling train. A new week, a new assignment. My client wanted the job done within a few days, like all the other clients. To kill the boredom, I flipped through the file given by my client. As usual, all details were in it. The assignment seemed to be similar as all the previous ones. Without much thought, I stuffed the file back in my briefcase as I approached my destination.

Outside, it was all blue. The constant dripping of the rain thudded against the roof as I made my way to the building. It was not the peak of the assignment yet, just a survey of the area, and the other… client. The whole thing seemed dull, having done the same thing over and over again for the past few years. Little did I know that it would be a whole new experience for me.

Chapter 2

Staring at my watch, it read twelve noon. Office workers started to rush out of the building, eager to escape the urban prison and satisfy their culinary desires. Person after person I stared, scanning for the person my client requested for. Then I saw her. Time itself seemed to slow down as she opened the door to reveal herself to me. There was a sudden aura emitting from the door to honour her exit. As she made her way out the door, all her aspects radiated to me. I gapingly scanned her slowly, foot first upwards. Her freshly polished high-heels gleamed as a spotlight for her slender calf. Further up, her skirt sufficiently covered her thighs until near her knee, but failed terribly to hide her shapely assets. Her office blouse gave her a sense of neatness, yet revealing her appealing inner aspects. She was not short of feminine pride, as hers needed no words to make them more cravingly attractive.

On her neck rests the most perfect face humanity could offer. Heads turned as she looked around, unknowingly swinging her hair gently like a flirting gesture. Her lips mocked the desires of men with a sly smile carved on them. But what topped it all off were her eyes – blue spheres constantly probing into the souls of those she laid her stare on. The only eyes that made me want to blurt out all my hidden intentions.

It was all breathtaking.

She was… perfect.

As the astonishment of her beauty slowly drained from me, awe gradually turned into panic. My assignment cannot be done with such a request! How could I do my job with someone who could make me shake like a little boy? Perhaps the only person ever to make me feel so. It was all but impossible. With all my might I wanted to call my client back and reject the assignment, but I already knew that it was not an option. In the chaos of my confusion, I turned back to ponder about the next day.

Chapter 3

I was not the usual calm and collective self like I always have been. In fact, I was even nervous – a feeling that was alien to me. Something about this woman intrigues me so much it hinders me from executing my assignment. It daunted onto me that there was no escape out of this one. My assignment had to be done, even at the cost of my interest.

Once again I made my way to that dreadful building, never eager for what was to come next. The wait for lunchtime was almost unbearable, seeming to stretch for eternity. When it came, I was not the least anxious. Slowly the occupants of the building filed out, leaving only a handful left behind. One of them was my prime target, the woman of my dreams. A thought occurred to me to enjoy my reward before it is due, but I quickly dismissed it, as I know I would get carried away.

From a distance I watched the woman make her way to her private eating spot. She seemed to like being alone after being enslaved by the demands of the corporate world. She has yet to know that I would be the one to free her from her shackles.

I approached her silently, not wanting her to even acknowledge my presence. Swiftly I entered the small, dark room and locked the door behind me. Oh what a sight it was, to watch her nibble at that croissant while staring out through the window at the other corporate slaves below. It surprised me at how she could mesmerize someone so effortlessly. As I snapped back to reality, I took out my instrument of finality, armed it and waited for the moment.

Chapter 4

I let the wait take as long as it could, waited for her to finish her food and finally face me. When she did turn, she was staring into the barrel of my gun, equipped with the best silencer money could buy. She immediately froze as fear paralyzed every fiber of her body.

Yet at that perfect moment of triumph I hesitated. An alien feeling rose through me that rendered my finger incapable of pulling the trigger. I looked at her watery eyes and I knew. For the first time in my life I felt mercy. A voice inside my head whispered at the immorality of my actions. How could I destroy something so beautiful, so perfect? Something that my body ached to own. I felt myself getting stiff as I played with some playful thoughts.

There I was at this controversial point, with the point of my gun at a point on her temple. To kill or not to kill, that is the question. I knew my time was running out, and I had to do what I had come for.

So I pulled the trigger.

My heart shattered as I watched her fall, but it did not seem to satisfy me. I pulled the trigger again, and again, and again, as though ensuring her death would delete the wrongness of killing something so beautiful. This single death overwhelmed me. A tear rolled down my cheek as my emotions spilled over. As I walk away from the scene of tragedy, all thoughts slowly died away like the death that just occurred.

It would be just another day in the life of an assassin.

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Phew, that was a tough one. Hope all of you enjoyed it. I would probably be posting more fiction soon, but I need some topics to work on. So just say something in the tagboard! I know I said that I’ll change the template after the exams, but I’m kinda busy, so it will take some time. To end it off, let me wish all of you a Happy Deepavali and Selamat Hari Raya!

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