The Job...

The Job

The striking of a match echoes in the silent night

The flames burning and eventually igniting the end of the cigarette

He grins as he puffs and exhales the smoke through his nostrils and mouth

'It’s now or never, eh?'

Walking out of the darkness of a damp alleyway, he calmly cracks his neck

'It’s just another job. No biggie.'He reached into his leather jacket’s inner pocket

His hand was met by the hilt of a black handled switchblade he knew all too well

Flicking the blade out and admiring the shine for a moment

He concealed it within his sleeve as he noticed his target.

'Quiet and quick, it’s done in one slice.'

He waited for his target to enter his home, and calmly crossed the street

'What a beautiful and perfect night this is.'

Kicking in the door, he quickly shut it and withdrew his weapon

Surprised, he was met by his target, whom had a handgun aimed

“…Shi-” Before he could even finish, the expanding bullet met his chest

Followed by a few friends, causing blood to stain his nice black suit

As he fell to the ground with a thud, bleeding. “That’ll teach you, ya petty hit man!”

But the target was met with a sudden laugh, which made him take a step back

“Guns won’t do a thing…” the man stated as he rose, his wounds already healed

Rushing his target with inhuman speed, he slit his throat for that precious fluid

Gushing forth, as the ‘hit man’ claimed his bounty. Licking the blood off his blade

He laughed and walked back onto the street. 'A perfect night, indeed...'