The hitman didn't pause. He violently yanked the shiv out and brutally plunged it back in!
SHLUCK!!
"This is for being a worthless piece of shit."
SHLUCK!!
"And the Grand Chairman said to tell you... Goodbye, you bastard."
Zen's emaciated body immediately collapsed, crumbling heavily onto the freezing concrete floor.
Warm blood spread slowly across the concrete floor. He lay there, weakly twitching, gasping for shallow, ragged breaths. His trembling, blood-soaked hand reached up, desperately grasping at the empty, suffocating air.
In the final, fading moments of his life, the excruciating physical agony slowly began to numb...
He had absolutely no one left. His father had ordered his slaughter. His enemies pitied him.
The fear of death slowly faded, replaced by a rushing flood of the only truly beautiful memory his life had ever possessed...
