My life is but a gaping hole
Shadows trying to take my soul
Here I stand in despair
Wondering why life is so unfair
My life has no meaning
My mere existence is demeaning
I fit the noose around my neck
My tears on the floor a tiny speck
THe curtains are drawing to a close
Life seeping out like a hose
People stop me with cries of fear
Telling me how my life is dear
I realise what I've done
And see my life has only just begun
I leave the gaping hole behind
And see the world is more than kind
Leaving the dark gloomy den
And never going back again
My life is a shining light
My future is now growing bright
Why did I ever do this?
This question truly leaves me clueless.
Shadows trying to take my soul
Here I stand in despair
Wondering why life is so unfair
My life has no meaning
My mere existence is demeaning
I fit the noose around my neck
My tears on the floor a tiny speck
THe curtains are drawing to a close
Life seeping out like a hose
People stop me with cries of fear
Telling me how my life is dear
I realise what I've done
And see my life has only just begun
I leave the gaping hole behind
And see the world is more than kind
Leaving the dark gloomy den
And never going back again
My life is a shining light
My future is now growing bright
Why did I ever do this?
This question truly leaves me clueless.
THE WISH Daniel Kostrzynski
Th?ewish... ancient tongue for ?I am the blade in the shadows?. How foolish those words seemed now to Logan Blint. He reloaded his pistol and jumped from the pillar, shooting wildly, in hopes that a stray bullet would hit the target. His mind flashed back to the beginning...
Logan woke, excited. Today was the day where his life of training would pay off. All the years of practising the art of assassination finally reaching a purpose. He hurriedly started dressing in his training gear when he realized it was time for him to wear the apprentice garb. He opened the box given to him the other day, when he found out he would be an apprentice. He carefully opened the box and pulled on the black suit, embroidered with the WISH guild crest; two blades crossing over each other. He checked his image in the bathroom mirror. The clothes fit well on his eighteen year old body, built for killing. His jet black hair was all over the place. He tried fixing it but to no avail. It had always been like that.
He quickly walked to the ceremony chamber, almost not noticing the other students as they saw him in his apprentice clothing. He lost his way in the vast expanse of buildings all over the place.
The guild was rather large and secluded, out in the middle of a forest. None of the students knew where they were as they were taken from orphanages at a young age and trained here. The guild was split into four main areas, each training a different art. You couldn?t specialize as you were always balanced equally in all four areas. The teachers made sure of that. Logan darted across corridors, trying to remember the path to the transition hall. He burst open the doors and the sight before him baffled him.
The transition hall was somewhere he was forbidden to go in until today. It was a marvel to see. It was smaller than it seemed from outside and well decorated. It was full of antique furniture and gold trimmed items. At the end of the hall the Grand Master himself was waiting. Seth slowly approached, frantically remembering what he rehearsed for this moment. He walked proudly towards the Grand Master and kneeled before him. Now Seth had to recite his oath. He went through the ten minute speech ending in the word, Th?ewish Dertumy; I am a blade in the shadows, bent to your will. With that the Grand Master handed him his initiation weapon. It used to be a dagger but now it is a pistol. Seth took it and bowed, then awaited his first mission.
The envelope given to Logan by his Master had all the details he needed. His target was an opera singer. Should prove to be simple enough. He managed to check this singers schedule and found when he was rehearsing in a theatre in New York. The necessary plans were made and Logan was on a flight to New York, armed with a guard ID to get in and a sniper rifle for the shot. He knew patience was a virtue as he waited for the opportune moment to sneak in. He decided an hour beforehand would be sufficient to scan the area and find a place to get the shot and escape. And so he waited for the singer to get in and start to rehearse. Logan?s mind was already in motion; thinking of how to do this in the simplest yet most effective form. Going for a quick headshot would be obvious and the place would be shut in moments. This left Logan with more creative options. The sandbags on the ceiling could be shot down and land on the singer. However, the initial gunshot would be a giveaway. Logan looked down a few inches and he saw the perfect shot.
As quietly and carefully as he could, Logan prepared his sniper rifle. He screwed on the silencer and aimed. He was aiming at the lighting rig. A small piece which acted as a support if shot properly, would cause it to drop the ground. The beauty is that it would seem like an accident and Logan would get away without any harm. He waited until his target was directly underneath the rig. He was about to pull the trigger when it hit him. He was about to take a life. He couldn?t do it, it was just too brutal. But he had to. If he failed this mission he?d be killed for not serving his oath. He knew that after the first hit the next kills would be easy. He aimed again, going for that thin piece of metal and pulled the trigger.
Time slowed before him. In that instant the giant heap of metal crashed down and fell on a bemused man. The singer barely glanced upwards before he was crushed. Logan knew hesitating to watch would have consequences so he disassembled the rifle and placed it back in its briefcase. He checked the hall behind him. It was clear. He began jogging towards the stairs when he saw a guard heading up the stairs towards the floor. Logan swore under his breath and checked the nearest door. It was locked to his dismay. Logan swore again. The guard was getting closer and he had limited options. He noticed a statue and dived behind it as the guard passed him. The guard was doing a quick hallway check and going back downstairs. This meant Logan had no time to get down without the guard spotting him. Waiting would result in the place being locked down for security. Logan already knew he would regret his next action.
Logan slowly crawled out from behind the statue, piano wire in hand. He crept up behind the guard and fitted the wire in front of his neck. As the guard began to yell, Logan pulled the wire back, instantly killing the man. Hiding the body behind the statue looked like the only option. With that done, Seth managed to sneak out, unnoticed and unharmed.
Logan proved to be an excellent assassin. The killings became more challenging but Logan managed each time. He was currently in London, disguised as an old rich man. His target was s corrupt politician. Logan stalked the politician with ease and waited until he was alone. When his target turned into an alley, Logan striked. He stabbed a long needle through the man?s chest. He aimed it so it would pierce his lung, causing him to panic. Logan clapped his free hand over the man?s mouth and whispered:
?I may have poisoned this needle.?
The politician whimpered.
?If I did,? he continued ?this antidote will cure you?. He forced a small vial of liquid into the trembling man?s hand. ?If I didn?t poison you, the antidote will kill you?. ?I suggest you think quickly as you may not have long?. Logan walked back from the man as he instantly drunk the contents of the vial. Quite predictable, Logan thought. Logan poisoned the needle and filled the vial with a toxin so the man would die anyway. Logan walked away as he heard the man convulsing on the ground.
Logan should have made sure the man died but he had another hit to attend to. This one was exceptionally simple. An asthmatic basketball player about to have a match. Logan already had replaced his puffer with a viral toxin but watching him slowly die on the court would be humorous.
***
The Grand Master was pleased with Logan. He was rising through the ranks at an alarming rate. The Grand Master feared he would threaten his position, so being rid of him now would be better than later. He removed the embroidered box from its hiding in the floor. He removed the crystal like orb from it and cupped it in his palm. Right on cue, Logan stepped in.
Logan was called in to see the Grand Master about his position. He thought it would be good but when he saw his face he knew something was wrong, and Logan would perish. The Grand Master started the conversation:
?Logan you see this?? He raised his hand showing a brilliant orb, shining pure white light.
?Wh-What is that thing?? Logan asked squinting through the sheer brightness of it.
?This is our greatest secret. It is what makes us so powerful. This orb, the Ka?kari, enlightens body and mind to a level unimaginable. Throughout history it has been used but never known about. A shepherd parted and ocean with it and a carpenter walked on water. You must be thinking why I?m showing you it. I feel like you are going to take over when I inevitably die. But you need to show me you?re ready and able to take my role. Therefore, we shall fight to the death.?
Logan was shocked. Fight his master? He couldn?t. At that moment the Master threw him a pistol. He realised this would be a fair fight, as his Master had an identical firearm. But then the worst happened. The orb pooled like a liquid and absorbed itself into his Master?s body. In an instant the man had vanished. Seth heard a noise and turned around. The man he thought he knew now had a wicked look upon his face, grinning evilly and eyes cold. The light gleaming from his raised pistol set off an instinct uncontrolled by Logan. He dived for cover just as a shot was fired. He landed behind a pillar made of ancient marble. He checked the pistol and to his relief it was loaded. At least one thing was going to be fair. Logan knew he had mere seconds before the master would strike. The oath he took; Th?ewish, ?I am the blade in the shadows?, seemed so foolish now. He loaded the pistol and leapt from the pillar, shooting wildly, hoping one stray bullet would hit his target.
A screech of pain answered his question as he dived behind an antique writing desk. He prepared his next move by performing a stunt he never knew would be possible. He leapt onto the desk, and propelled himself through the air and latched onto a bookshelf lining the wall. With a free hand he shot at what he thought was the form of his enemy, wounded. It shimmered for a second then fizzled out of reality in a puff of smoke. He glanced around the room looking for a sign of his master when a bullet hit him squarely in the chest. He yelled out in pain and crumpled onto the floor. He saw him, sifting through the air, barely visible. He shot at where it was heading but again he missed.
A great force picked him up off his feet and slammed him into the wall. Logan swung his fist forward and struck a solid bed of air. He immediately fell and shot where the force was before. The bullet made contact and blood spurting onto the floor. Seth shot again and again until a push slammed him back into the wall, heavy books giving him a mild concussion. He knew he wouldn?t make it, the bullet wound causing heavy bleeding inside him. He was already feeling weakened but he knew he had won. Won against an unstoppable force. Logan and the Grand Master both died that day.
Epilogue:
The Guild was run to wrecks after that day. Chaos filled the school as many assassins resorted to becoming serial killers for a way of life. The world was never the same place again after that incident. As for the ka?kari, it was taken by an elder and hidden away again. The faithful assassins joined a new guild to repent the dead Guild Master. Their army is still growing today...
Th?ewish... ancient tongue for ?I am the blade in the shadows?. How foolish those words seemed now to Logan Blint. He reloaded his pistol and jumped from the pillar, shooting wildly, in hopes that a stray bullet would hit the target. His mind flashed back to the beginning...
Logan woke, excited. Today was the day where his life of training would pay off. All the years of practising the art of assassination finally reaching a purpose. He hurriedly started dressing in his training gear when he realized it was time for him to wear the apprentice garb. He opened the box given to him the other day, when he found out he would be an apprentice. He carefully opened the box and pulled on the black suit, embroidered with the WISH guild crest; two blades crossing over each other. He checked his image in the bathroom mirror. The clothes fit well on his eighteen year old body, built for killing. His jet black hair was all over the place. He tried fixing it but to no avail. It had always been like that.
He quickly walked to the ceremony chamber, almost not noticing the other students as they saw him in his apprentice clothing. He lost his way in the vast expanse of buildings all over the place.
The guild was rather large and secluded, out in the middle of a forest. None of the students knew where they were as they were taken from orphanages at a young age and trained here. The guild was split into four main areas, each training a different art. You couldn?t specialize as you were always balanced equally in all four areas. The teachers made sure of that. Logan darted across corridors, trying to remember the path to the transition hall. He burst open the doors and the sight before him baffled him.
The transition hall was somewhere he was forbidden to go in until today. It was a marvel to see. It was smaller than it seemed from outside and well decorated. It was full of antique furniture and gold trimmed items. At the end of the hall the Grand Master himself was waiting. Seth slowly approached, frantically remembering what he rehearsed for this moment. He walked proudly towards the Grand Master and kneeled before him. Now Seth had to recite his oath. He went through the ten minute speech ending in the word, Th?ewish Dertumy; I am a blade in the shadows, bent to your will. With that the Grand Master handed him his initiation weapon. It used to be a dagger but now it is a pistol. Seth took it and bowed, then awaited his first mission.
The envelope given to Logan by his Master had all the details he needed. His target was an opera singer. Should prove to be simple enough. He managed to check this singers schedule and found when he was rehearsing in a theatre in New York. The necessary plans were made and Logan was on a flight to New York, armed with a guard ID to get in and a sniper rifle for the shot. He knew patience was a virtue as he waited for the opportune moment to sneak in. He decided an hour beforehand would be sufficient to scan the area and find a place to get the shot and escape. And so he waited for the singer to get in and start to rehearse. Logan?s mind was already in motion; thinking of how to do this in the simplest yet most effective form. Going for a quick headshot would be obvious and the place would be shut in moments. This left Logan with more creative options. The sandbags on the ceiling could be shot down and land on the singer. However, the initial gunshot would be a giveaway. Logan looked down a few inches and he saw the perfect shot.
As quietly and carefully as he could, Logan prepared his sniper rifle. He screwed on the silencer and aimed. He was aiming at the lighting rig. A small piece which acted as a support if shot properly, would cause it to drop the ground. The beauty is that it would seem like an accident and Logan would get away without any harm. He waited until his target was directly underneath the rig. He was about to pull the trigger when it hit him. He was about to take a life. He couldn?t do it, it was just too brutal. But he had to. If he failed this mission he?d be killed for not serving his oath. He knew that after the first hit the next kills would be easy. He aimed again, going for that thin piece of metal and pulled the trigger.
Time slowed before him. In that instant the giant heap of metal crashed down and fell on a bemused man. The singer barely glanced upwards before he was crushed. Logan knew hesitating to watch would have consequences so he disassembled the rifle and placed it back in its briefcase. He checked the hall behind him. It was clear. He began jogging towards the stairs when he saw a guard heading up the stairs towards the floor. Logan swore under his breath and checked the nearest door. It was locked to his dismay. Logan swore again. The guard was getting closer and he had limited options. He noticed a statue and dived behind it as the guard passed him. The guard was doing a quick hallway check and going back downstairs. This meant Logan had no time to get down without the guard spotting him. Waiting would result in the place being locked down for security. Logan already knew he would regret his next action.
Logan slowly crawled out from behind the statue, piano wire in hand. He crept up behind the guard and fitted the wire in front of his neck. As the guard began to yell, Logan pulled the wire back, instantly killing the man. Hiding the body behind the statue looked like the only option. With that done, Seth managed to sneak out, unnoticed and unharmed.
Logan proved to be an excellent assassin. The killings became more challenging but Logan managed each time. He was currently in London, disguised as an old rich man. His target was s corrupt politician. Logan stalked the politician with ease and waited until he was alone. When his target turned into an alley, Logan striked. He stabbed a long needle through the man?s chest. He aimed it so it would pierce his lung, causing him to panic. Logan clapped his free hand over the man?s mouth and whispered:
?I may have poisoned this needle.?
The politician whimpered.
?If I did,? he continued ?this antidote will cure you?. He forced a small vial of liquid into the trembling man?s hand. ?If I didn?t poison you, the antidote will kill you?. ?I suggest you think quickly as you may not have long?. Logan walked back from the man as he instantly drunk the contents of the vial. Quite predictable, Logan thought. Logan poisoned the needle and filled the vial with a toxin so the man would die anyway. Logan walked away as he heard the man convulsing on the ground.
Logan should have made sure the man died but he had another hit to attend to. This one was exceptionally simple. An asthmatic basketball player about to have a match. Logan already had replaced his puffer with a viral toxin but watching him slowly die on the court would be humorous.
***
The Grand Master was pleased with Logan. He was rising through the ranks at an alarming rate. The Grand Master feared he would threaten his position, so being rid of him now would be better than later. He removed the embroidered box from its hiding in the floor. He removed the crystal like orb from it and cupped it in his palm. Right on cue, Logan stepped in.
Logan was called in to see the Grand Master about his position. He thought it would be good but when he saw his face he knew something was wrong, and Logan would perish. The Grand Master started the conversation:
?Logan you see this?? He raised his hand showing a brilliant orb, shining pure white light.
?Wh-What is that thing?? Logan asked squinting through the sheer brightness of it.
?This is our greatest secret. It is what makes us so powerful. This orb, the Ka?kari, enlightens body and mind to a level unimaginable. Throughout history it has been used but never known about. A shepherd parted and ocean with it and a carpenter walked on water. You must be thinking why I?m showing you it. I feel like you are going to take over when I inevitably die. But you need to show me you?re ready and able to take my role. Therefore, we shall fight to the death.?
Logan was shocked. Fight his master? He couldn?t. At that moment the Master threw him a pistol. He realised this would be a fair fight, as his Master had an identical firearm. But then the worst happened. The orb pooled like a liquid and absorbed itself into his Master?s body. In an instant the man had vanished. Seth heard a noise and turned around. The man he thought he knew now had a wicked look upon his face, grinning evilly and eyes cold. The light gleaming from his raised pistol set off an instinct uncontrolled by Logan. He dived for cover just as a shot was fired. He landed behind a pillar made of ancient marble. He checked the pistol and to his relief it was loaded. At least one thing was going to be fair. Logan knew he had mere seconds before the master would strike. The oath he took; Th?ewish, ?I am the blade in the shadows?, seemed so foolish now. He loaded the pistol and leapt from the pillar, shooting wildly, hoping one stray bullet would hit his target.
A screech of pain answered his question as he dived behind an antique writing desk. He prepared his next move by performing a stunt he never knew would be possible. He leapt onto the desk, and propelled himself through the air and latched onto a bookshelf lining the wall. With a free hand he shot at what he thought was the form of his enemy, wounded. It shimmered for a second then fizzled out of reality in a puff of smoke. He glanced around the room looking for a sign of his master when a bullet hit him squarely in the chest. He yelled out in pain and crumpled onto the floor. He saw him, sifting through the air, barely visible. He shot at where it was heading but again he missed.
A great force picked him up off his feet and slammed him into the wall. Logan swung his fist forward and struck a solid bed of air. He immediately fell and shot where the force was before. The bullet made contact and blood spurting onto the floor. Seth shot again and again until a push slammed him back into the wall, heavy books giving him a mild concussion. He knew he wouldn?t make it, the bullet wound causing heavy bleeding inside him. He was already feeling weakened but he knew he had won. Won against an unstoppable force. Logan and the Grand Master both died that day.
Epilogue:
The Guild was run to wrecks after that day. Chaos filled the school as many assassins resorted to becoming serial killers for a way of life. The world was never the same place again after that incident. As for the ka?kari, it was taken by an elder and hidden away again. The faithful assassins joined a new guild to repent the dead Guild Master. Their army is still growing today...
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