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"Hey Mist," I called out, "where's my next drop, and where's the coke? I've got to be there in half an hour and I'm freaking out because I don't have the merch and I don't know where the f**k to be!"
"Cool your jets Ai" said the man I called Mist, the name was garbled. "Here's the coke, as for the location, the same park you always work."
The me that wasn't me walks out, then I'm in the park that I recognize but don't know. The man is there, with the brief case. We say the same code speak I hear every night in my dream. Soon the man walks away and I'm shot, like always.
I've been having the same dream since I was 16. Although there is a little more to the dream now than there was 10 years ago, I still die, I still peddle cocaine, and I still wonder who I am. The major difference is that I don't scream in my sleep anymore.
I pulled myself out of my bed, the parish for my church was small but cozy. I put on my priests robes and vestments and walked to the kitchen to make some coffee, French Vanilla to be exact. The funny little noises of the coffee machine filled the kitchen, which matched the rest of the parish in size. I started to make my breakfast when Engel walked in.
"So, we have another job for you." she said in that hypnotic voice of hers.
"Yeah, I pray to the Lord that it doesn't involve the act of a deadly sin, but I have a feeling it does." I reply, knowing just what kind of job it is.
"You speak more fluently than you did when you started having your dream, you sound like you actually fit in this world."
"Just get to the job, what is it?" I demanded.
"Okay, okay, you don't have to be so forceful preacher. There is a man who works for the Anges de l'Enfer. His name is William Bailing, also known as Mist, he is the regional director of their "distribution agents", in other words he is the boss of their cocaine dealers."
I pause briefly, recognizing his nickname, "And you want me to whack him?"
"You are know as God's Shadow, the only assassin on this team that has yet to be seen."
"I'll never live my reputation down now will I? Well, I guess I'll take it, how much?"
"You'll know when you complete your job."
"Okay, where and when?"
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After professing the two morning services at the Holy Hands of God church of Christ, I unpacked my assassin gear, my black mask with the white sunburst radiating out from the right temple had yet to be seen by anyone out side of the Angeli del Dio, especially the people I assassinated.
Since my first job cleaning up the streets in Italy I have been know as God's Shadow. None of my victims have ever seen my mask, I kill with a single blow. My sword is sharp and cuts clean, and the most any one of the people saw was my shadow. I had earned the title, and for it I pay in sins far worse than I'd imagined would come from my hands. Tonight I commit another one of those unholy sins.
 6 gun quota · Thu Jun 24, 2010 @ 05:26pm · 1 Comments |
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