[Burning Inside]: 233.The End

The End
Chapter 1

The elevator kept going up; soon I would be up at floor 12. The floor with him, my last mission, or so I hoped it would be my last mission, the last time that I would be a hit man.

Turning my back into the corner so that the camera couldn’t see as to what I would be doing, I pulled out my gun from my overcoat. A Desert Eagle .50AE, I made sure when I got it that it had a Chrome Finish. Not a cheap gun and a nasty kick for a pistol, but it was the only gun I trusted. I loaded it gun and cocked it, then put it back in my pocket as I jumped out of the elevator, as it had reached my floor.

Room 1256, that’s what they said it was, some man named Peter Kacvinche. I didn’t care what his name what, all I needed was a picture, and a way to kill him. The briefing just said, by any means, that means I get to be nasty, I could do whatever I want to him, as long as it doesn’t come back to me.

There it was, I was standing in front of room 1256, all I need was to get in quickly, and get out just as quick.

I pulled out my pistol again, and stood to the left of the door, tapping it with my pistol.
*Knock, Knock* I just pulled my hand back in time before I saw a mirage of bullets come out the door, as of which could barely be heard. Whoever this person was, they knew I was coming, they had already had a weapon ready, and a silencer on it.

Twisting around, I was standing in a clearing of where the bullets had destroyed parts of the wooden door. Several bullets came out of my gun, flying into the room, to kill a man standing there.

Slowly I opened up the remainder of the door, and walked in, kicking the gun away from the man lying on the floor. It wasn’t necessary but it was procedure. The man had gotten the bullet right through his heart. I put my weapon back into my pocket in my overcoat.

Looking closer I noticed something, something that most definitely was not good for me. The man lying on the floor in front of me; was not the man I was sent to kill.

“Have I gone to the wrong room, no, he was ready and waiting for me, that mean’s I was set up!” the thought ran threw my mind in less then a second.

Turning around, I saw three guys standing in the doorway, each carrying a silenced M4A1, the same weapon that the man I killed was wielding.

My business betrayed me, I was quitting, so they put a price on my head. I should have expected it; I have never seen anyone walk away from the organization alive.

Was this going to be my last stand?
NO!
I would not allow it, I will get out of here, and find the man who put the price on my head, and kill him.

Looking to my side, I saw the M4 lying on the ground, but it was on the other side of the room, foolish, I shouldn’t have kicked it away, I would have a better chance at staying alive.

“Goodbye number 56”

Number 56, to all that I can remember I have never had a name, just a number. That was one of the things with this job, no names aloud.

“You will be missed”

At the sound of that, I dove to the side, as bullets came at me; one hit me in the foot, on in the calf muscle. I couldn’t care about the pain right now, otherwise I was dead, I would take care of it after. I was lying up against a small wall, slightly blocking me from there bullets; which had stopped by now.

The gun was now within arms reach from me, normally, I would just shoot at them, with my Desert Eagle, but I neither had the rounds needed nor the time to take aim with each.

I didn’t know how many rounds were left, but I didn’t have the time to check, if I took my time, I was dead. Turning around from the corner, I opened fire, spraying it across the open door way. One man fell to the ground, while the others ducked. I wasn’t sure if the man who fell was dead or injured. Immediately after I sent another mirage of bullets towards the ground that they fell to. Another man collapsed, while one got up and ran to the other side of the room.

I aimed the gun to take him out, he was my last target.

*click, click*
“Damn, an empty clip.

I heard a snicker come from across the room.
“That’s to bad number 56, well then I guess this is the end”
He got up and walked over towards me. What an amateur, did they send all amateurs to come kill me?
I watched him walk closer, not even ready to shoot, every step he took brought him closer and closer to death

“Hold on, can I at least have a smoke before I go?”
I started reaching into my pocket before he could say anything.
“Good”
I pulled out my Desert Eagle, and shot at him, his weapon wasn’t even raised fully, before the bullet it him. It went right in between his eyes, as I had blood splatter come down and hit me, covering my face.

Slowly I stood up, but immediately fell over. I couldn’t stand my left leg was ruined. I wasn’t going to be moving anywhere. Wiping the blood off of my face, I fell over to the ground, passed out.

“Was this the end?”
“Is this all there is for me, to be taken out by a few amateurs?”
“NO! I won’t allow it, I must finish”

As I opened my eyes, I saw myself looking at a ceiling, in a bed
“Where am I?” I quietly said “How did I get here?”

“You’re in a hospital, to all of my knowledge, the cops brought you in here, but you have been there for almost a month now”

© Steve Stewart 2006