His name was Ivan. He was a Russian, hired assassin and he had one mission. This was about the easiest job yet, to murder a fourteen year old boy. But there was a catch, it had to look like an accident.
He turned another corner and strode down a small alley way, as he pulled his hat further down over his face.
"Yeah well, see ya tomorrow, Alex!" The call came from a medium sized house in a row of more medium sized houses, that looked like exactly the same, medium sized house.
A pair of boys past Ivan, who was carefully watching the boy disappearing inside the medium sized house. It was definitely him.
Black hair, green eyes and wearing a Holdon Hill uniform. Not forgetting his name was Alex.
Ivan made a bee-line towards Alex and shouted before Alex could open the door. Alex looked around, first mistake.
"Excuse me!" Shouted Ivan.
"Me?" He replied. He started walking towards Ivan, This was his second mistake.
But Ivan was quick and he lashed out to shove Alex against the wall, but his hand never made contact. Instead he doubled back in pain, he looked one last time before he blacked out, for the boy, but all he saw was the end of a gun - and nothing.
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That was kind of a draft. Please review because I want to make my writing better.
