Rising Sun

Joe was a lonely man. He got off on other peoples' problems. That is more than he could say for anyone else. They seemed to gravitate towards him. Of no accord. Problem was there were no problems that he could think of. Today is Saturday, one more day left. Tomorrow he would trace down the people that did wrong to him. Not funny at all. But this was something that had to be done. It could no longer be delayed.

Traveling to the region that he had never been to before to do something that he had never done before, this should be fun. And now for the weapon of choice? Should it be silent and deadly or loud and obnoxious? It had to be done with precision, that was all he knew so far.

The rain and thunder shattered his concentration. He had little to spare.

The people that he worked for, to do this evil deed, spared no expense at failure. They wanted it done right or not at all. This meant that he had to complete what he came to do. Or his life was in jeopardy as well as the victims' life. That was not something that he was looking forward to. His ninja skills would come in handy, though. That was something he was thankful for. To be able to go in and out of the job and come back alive to kill again.

In the mean time Joe would sharpen his skills of observation. That was the one thing that was needed more than anything else. To be able to mark the target and send it spinning with its' head off. A clean kill.

The pain that was still there from the last one kept him going. That was part of the job that frightened him. The smiles' on their faces before their lives ended would haunt him for the rest of his life. But eventually it would fade over time.

Don't say anything to piss him off or that will be your last word. In life. The plan was to spare no one. You might be next on this hitman's list. Would you want that, I know I would not. It just would not be sanitary.

Other than that I would stay away from his path of destruction. I would if he regretted being what he is? I know I would not. Although I just might, I don't know. Contrary to popular belief it paid well. But to have that kind of blood on your hands' that would be out of this world. If he made it through the day that would be great. He might, he might not. Who is to tell.

When I see them on the street, they are shivering, but Joe will save their mortal souls from hell.

That would be close to the end of the story. Or would it? That is the secret and joy of the storyteller. To not know when the story will end or if it will be a two-parter? Laying his head down and wondering how it became like this is anybody else's fault.

Maybe Joe would see his kids again and tell them not to follow in the path he chose for himself. That would be a blessing in disguise. Or would it matter to them or him. Only fate would tell the answer to that tale. Until then he would have to gravitate towards the brighter side of the controversy.

Hey everybody that is it for today. Until next time will the ending become a reality in Joe's mind. Adios and au revoir.