Read this and comment . * Story on a hitman *?
"Don’t jam the lever you moron" said Edd . They were standing on the lawn as I tried to pick the door’s lock with honestly an old set of lock picks . Even focused on my work I was aware of everything my friends were doing . Robberies was never my first choice but desperate times call for desperate measures ; me wanting to drive a nice car and my friends with their own life long dreams . As the latch unclicked indicating the lock had been picked ; I sighed in relief and slowly opened the door making sure not to step on the wooden floor . Keeping my feet on the carpet I slowly walk in followed by my friends equipped with bats and crowbars . Making our way to the dining room ; they get busy robbing the house while I walk in the living room in hope to find something that would get pawned easily . As I walk in I see a man sitting on the stool leaning against the kitchen counter eating an apple while holding a silenced .45 acp with the other . Already afraid of going to jail ; seeing the man my blood froze and then the idea of going to jail was most certainly welcomed . " Get out " said he , in a low intimdating voice . I ran grabbing my friend by the collar pulling him out and being followed by my other mates .
That night after telling them my tale , we sat in the living room watching the tv when the house we just tried to rob earlier that evening was now on the news . The news lady kept mentioning about how a hitman massacred the entire family and escaped . Frightened and completely shocked , we locked our doors and decided it would be best if they all crashed at my place that night . Trying to sleep and failing misreably ; I decided to go down for a drink to help me sleep when I noticed something warm beneath my feat . Upon switching the light I quickly realized the red mushy liquid was blood and everyone in the house except me was no more . Trying to escape something hit my upside the head and I fell hard bumping my head against the hard tiles . Looking up I saw a man with a pistol pointed at my head and a grin on his face . "Any last words ? " asked the man slowly squeezing the trigger . Afraid for my life and looking like a deer in headlights I cared no more about my messy feet or bleeding scalp . " Please , teach me " I requested and closed my eyes waiting to taste death for the first and last time .