i figured i should add to my last entry, this is continuing the story but following a different collague of the previous hitman, it will seem kinda obscure from the last one but as the plot builds up, you'll get the gist of it
enjoy!Scene 1
“...and they all lived happily ever after” he whispered, peering over the top of the storybook to check if she was asleep. Big shiny eyes peeked back at him; a cheeky smile appeared as their eyes met and she gave a girly giggle. “Again! Again!” she pleaded, her cheeks flushing pink with excitement. He wondered what made children so ecstatic about the prospect of another story. “No more, maybe we can read Cinderella tomorrow instead?” he said softly, quickly turning his gaze to the wall in order to avoid her tearful puppy dog eyes. He was unsuccessful. Sighing half-heartedly he gave in and grinned, “Just don’t tell dad” he muttered. He untangled her I.V. and tiptoed to his rucksack to get Cinderella out, desperately trying to shush her delighted squeaks. He snuggled back up to her, and read the fairytale in a low voice.
It was 12’o’clock in the children’s ward; acrimonious nurses tittered if you were loud in the middle of the day. If one saw her up now, they’d probably have a fit, but as long as his little sis was happy, he would risk it. He would read all night if it made her smile. Who said insomnia never came in handy?
4’o’clock, silence at last. He sat in the corner, staring wistfully at the moon through the window, neurotically snapping his head back round every minute or so to check on her sleeping figure. He hadn’t slept in three days, but he didn’t feel it. He heard the scuffling of shoes on the squeaky linoleum floor, “she’s been asleep for ages, honest” he quickly stuttered, instantly regretting it, his apologetic tone gave him away.
A man appeared, his figure illuminated in the moonlight; scruffily dressed in tatty knee-length denim shorts, a white tee and an open tattered red and black checked shirt over the top. He must be in his early twenties. His golden tan complemented his slim, but athletically muscular figure. He was unshaven and had knotted, messy brown hair. The stranger flashed his white teeth in a quick grin. “Uh, sorry dude, thought you were a nurse, they won’t let my sis stay up” he mumbled, thankful the shadows hid his embarrassed blush. “No issue man” the stranger chuckled, he had a thick Australian accent with a deep but friendly tone, not threatening “I’ve got a sister here to, that blonde nurse ain’t half a bitch”. Simon grinned in response, he relaxed, this guy was alright.
The stranger muttered ‘better get to the point...’ under his breath in a manner that made Simon assume he wasn’t meant to have heard. He approached slowly and collapsed on the armchair next to Simon, “look, I got a proposition for you man” his tone was still friendly but his face had a more serious expression, “what would you say if I told you I knew how to cure her cancer?”. Simon furrowed his brow, how did the stranger know about his sister? Maybe he was more sleep deprived than he first thought. The stranger mirrored his frown and growled “look dude, I’m no f**king illusion! Do you want a cure or not? I can make it happen, but if you’re not interested, I’ve got more important places to be”, he got up and put a hand out expectantly, offering a handshake, his aggressive demeanour vanishing as rapidly as it had formed. Simon jumped up, confused but desperate, he grabbed the stranger’s hand “how can you cure her, she’s only got about two weeks left?” Simon’s heart was beating faster, was he overjoyed? Or scared?
The stranger flashed his teeth in another brilliant smile, instantly relaxing “again, no issue with that. I’ll just ask for favours every now and again and your sister will be fine as soon as you accept my offer. I’ll tell you what; I’ll even write up the contract, all I need is your agreement to make it happen”. Hesitantly, Simon nodded, unable to verbalize his thanks. The stranger let go of Simon’s hand and he walked out of the ward, still grinning, his figure illuminated as he swaggered down the dark corridor.
But there was no more moonlight outside.
