Hi guys i am currently writing my own book, i have a few chapters written but i want to share my introductory chapter with you guys to see if you think it sounds good and if you would be interested in reading the rest. i am taking my time in writing it and i am forever changing things so it will take me a while to finish. I have decided to call it The Specialist but i may change it to The Devils Footsoldier if i think the rest of the story would effect the title name.
Any comments are welcome including harsh as i would like an honest opinion.
Here goes...
Chapter 1.
Introduction of a professional
It was October 3rd 2014 11:12pm in southern California, Mr James T Darwin had just finished work. It was a long 14 hours at the office and he was so exhausted he just wanted to go home. Long telephone calls to business partners, endless meetings with clients and such. He had felt a slight headache appearing and couldn't wait to go home and be at peace. His 45minute journey home was calm, he listened to the local news on the radio and occasionally sung along to a few tunes that were played. Upon entering his driveway as always the lights were off, because Mr Darwin was so into his work he felt he had no time for a family. the sensor light on his driveway shon brightly at his presence. It was a fairly large house, the kind you would expect a successful business owner to have. He parked his car in the garage and pressed the button on his remote to close the garage doors. He dragged his tired body out of his car and proceeded to the front door. As he opened his front door he noticed some mail on the floor, so he picked it up and took it to the kitchen while muttering "Nothing but bills, bills and more bills". As Mr Darwin opened the fridge for an alcoholic beverage he felt a weird feeling that he was being watched. the kind of feeling of being stared at from behind that the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He quickly shook of the feeling and put it down to him being tired, or the stressful long days of work were getting to him.
He decided to sit down on his leather massage chair with his ice cold beer and proceeded to open up his mail. As he had just opened up the first letter a big hand with a soft leather glove had tightly nipped his nose and covered his mouth, while an excrutiating pain in his neck was causing him to try and wriggle and scream. A deep and calm voice had said "Please stop trying to struggle, as this knife on your neck will cause more pain if you continue". The solid cold steel edge of the knife was pressed so firmly on Mr Darwins neck, that it had slightly pierced the skin and caused a small flow of blood to trickle down onto his chest. The man with the leather gloves gradually released Mr Darwin, and while slowly moving to the front to face him the man pulled out a silenced gold plated 9mm pistol. "Mr Darwin i strongly advise you do not try anything stupid" the man explained. "my client has asked that i show you a picture of this woman". the man slowly reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a photo of a beautiful young brunette woman. Mr Darwins heart skipped a beat as soon as he saw the photograph, it had triggered certain flashbacks in his mind.
The flashbacks were of one drunken night Mr Darwin decided to drive home. He was well over the legal limit, but didnt care for the safety of others and carried on as though he was the king of the world. He decided to speed up as he thought in doing so he would get home quicker and not get caught. At this point the beautiful woman from the photo had started to cross the road Mr Darwin was speeding on. Suddenly a loud tire screech shocked everyone at the scene and the woman looked on in disbelief that Mr Darwins car was skidding towards her at a tremendous speed. Before she had time to react it was too late. The woman was struck by Mr Darwins car and died on impact. Mr Darwins face went pale, he immediately felt as though he had sobered up quickly with the sudden reality at what had just happened. He was in a terrible state of shock and panicked so much he just put his foot down and drove off, running the dead womans body over as if it was just a bit of roadkill.
Mr Darwin quickly snapped out of the brief flashback and stuttered "Wh wh what does she have to do with this? sh sh she was a ****ing nobody". The man holding the silenced pistol replied in a sharp tone "That nobody was your business partners wife". Little did Mr Darwin know was that his buisiness partner was stood on the sidewalk waiting to greet his wife. He had saw how fast Mr Darwin was travelling and he witnessed the brutal accident of his beloved wife. The man was enraged when Mr Darwin had no respect and drove over his wife to get away. He was so hurt he did not mention it at work so Mr Darwin did not know it was his wife he had run over. His business partner wanted revenge, but sought after professional skills too achieve it.
"****, ****" Mr Darwin screamed. "I didnt ****ing know it was his wife, i knew he had become funny with me recently but i thought it was to do with us being busy at work or the stupid disagreements we had over business deals". Mr Darwin was shaking, he knew he could not call for help as his house was to big and the neighbours would not be able to hear. The neighbourhood was focused around privacy. "S s so what happens now?" Mr Darwin asked anxiously. "Well my client wanted me to show you this picture of his wife before i killed you, so you know why he hired me" "Nooo please god no" Mr Darwin pleaded. "I will pay you double, i will give you anything you want please please just let me live i will leave the country". The man with the gun sharply replied "It is non negotiable, once the client pays i do not retract my decision to terminate... i always finish my job". "Well who are you? what is your ******* name? you pussy". Mr Darwin shouted out of fear. "I do not have a name, but my clients call me....The specialist".
Upon hearing him say those final words Mr Darwin tightly closed his eyes which forced tears to begin to stream down his face. The specialist whispered. "May you rest in peace, it is up to God to judge you now". He slowly and calmly pulled back the trigger and shot Mr Darwin in the forehead, leaving the back of the chair and the walls covered in blood and brain matter. The force of the bullet had pushed Mr Darwins body back into the massage chair, the job was a success. The specialist had left the house exactly how he entered, without any sign of forced entry and no evidence of him being there. Apart from the obvious signs of murder.
This is the story of a professional killer, some say he was born to kill. Others state he is a highly trained government project. these are infact myths and rumours, this is the story of what made the man, and this is the story of THE SPECIALIST.
Any comments are welcome including harsh as i would like an honest opinion.
Here goes...
Chapter 1.
Introduction of a professional
It was October 3rd 2014 11:12pm in southern California, Mr James T Darwin had just finished work. It was a long 14 hours at the office and he was so exhausted he just wanted to go home. Long telephone calls to business partners, endless meetings with clients and such. He had felt a slight headache appearing and couldn't wait to go home and be at peace. His 45minute journey home was calm, he listened to the local news on the radio and occasionally sung along to a few tunes that were played. Upon entering his driveway as always the lights were off, because Mr Darwin was so into his work he felt he had no time for a family. the sensor light on his driveway shon brightly at his presence. It was a fairly large house, the kind you would expect a successful business owner to have. He parked his car in the garage and pressed the button on his remote to close the garage doors. He dragged his tired body out of his car and proceeded to the front door. As he opened his front door he noticed some mail on the floor, so he picked it up and took it to the kitchen while muttering "Nothing but bills, bills and more bills". As Mr Darwin opened the fridge for an alcoholic beverage he felt a weird feeling that he was being watched. the kind of feeling of being stared at from behind that the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He quickly shook of the feeling and put it down to him being tired, or the stressful long days of work were getting to him.
He decided to sit down on his leather massage chair with his ice cold beer and proceeded to open up his mail. As he had just opened up the first letter a big hand with a soft leather glove had tightly nipped his nose and covered his mouth, while an excrutiating pain in his neck was causing him to try and wriggle and scream. A deep and calm voice had said "Please stop trying to struggle, as this knife on your neck will cause more pain if you continue". The solid cold steel edge of the knife was pressed so firmly on Mr Darwins neck, that it had slightly pierced the skin and caused a small flow of blood to trickle down onto his chest. The man with the leather gloves gradually released Mr Darwin, and while slowly moving to the front to face him the man pulled out a silenced gold plated 9mm pistol. "Mr Darwin i strongly advise you do not try anything stupid" the man explained. "my client has asked that i show you a picture of this woman". the man slowly reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a photo of a beautiful young brunette woman. Mr Darwins heart skipped a beat as soon as he saw the photograph, it had triggered certain flashbacks in his mind.
The flashbacks were of one drunken night Mr Darwin decided to drive home. He was well over the legal limit, but didnt care for the safety of others and carried on as though he was the king of the world. He decided to speed up as he thought in doing so he would get home quicker and not get caught. At this point the beautiful woman from the photo had started to cross the road Mr Darwin was speeding on. Suddenly a loud tire screech shocked everyone at the scene and the woman looked on in disbelief that Mr Darwins car was skidding towards her at a tremendous speed. Before she had time to react it was too late. The woman was struck by Mr Darwins car and died on impact. Mr Darwins face went pale, he immediately felt as though he had sobered up quickly with the sudden reality at what had just happened. He was in a terrible state of shock and panicked so much he just put his foot down and drove off, running the dead womans body over as if it was just a bit of roadkill.
Mr Darwin quickly snapped out of the brief flashback and stuttered "Wh wh what does she have to do with this? sh sh she was a ****ing nobody". The man holding the silenced pistol replied in a sharp tone "That nobody was your business partners wife". Little did Mr Darwin know was that his buisiness partner was stood on the sidewalk waiting to greet his wife. He had saw how fast Mr Darwin was travelling and he witnessed the brutal accident of his beloved wife. The man was enraged when Mr Darwin had no respect and drove over his wife to get away. He was so hurt he did not mention it at work so Mr Darwin did not know it was his wife he had run over. His business partner wanted revenge, but sought after professional skills too achieve it.
"****, ****" Mr Darwin screamed. "I didnt ****ing know it was his wife, i knew he had become funny with me recently but i thought it was to do with us being busy at work or the stupid disagreements we had over business deals". Mr Darwin was shaking, he knew he could not call for help as his house was to big and the neighbours would not be able to hear. The neighbourhood was focused around privacy. "S s so what happens now?" Mr Darwin asked anxiously. "Well my client wanted me to show you this picture of his wife before i killed you, so you know why he hired me" "Nooo please god no" Mr Darwin pleaded. "I will pay you double, i will give you anything you want please please just let me live i will leave the country". The man with the gun sharply replied "It is non negotiable, once the client pays i do not retract my decision to terminate... i always finish my job". "Well who are you? what is your ******* name? you pussy". Mr Darwin shouted out of fear. "I do not have a name, but my clients call me....The specialist".
Upon hearing him say those final words Mr Darwin tightly closed his eyes which forced tears to begin to stream down his face. The specialist whispered. "May you rest in peace, it is up to God to judge you now". He slowly and calmly pulled back the trigger and shot Mr Darwin in the forehead, leaving the back of the chair and the walls covered in blood and brain matter. The force of the bullet had pushed Mr Darwins body back into the massage chair, the job was a success. The specialist had left the house exactly how he entered, without any sign of forced entry and no evidence of him being there. Apart from the obvious signs of murder.
This is the story of a professional killer, some say he was born to kill. Others state he is a highly trained government project. these are infact myths and rumours, this is the story of what made the man, and this is the story of THE SPECIALIST.
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