The Killer's Shadow

What have I done that this should be my life? The gun fired, a brass shell shooting from the chamber, clinking as it danced jubilantly, falling silent on the tarmac. Another life. Another life ended at the behest of money. Taken quickly, accuratly, felled by a murderous slug, a 45 round loosed from this pistol, this gun.

My time here is a tango of lies and deciept. A parade of money and death, the play of life. Here I do not fight. Here I ply my trade, for I am the killer's shadow. I am an assasin. The best in these parts I am told.... The opinions of men, and woman are valuable in this town. Money is life and here life is money.

He was inncocent for the most part. A business man. If you could call business innocent. You dont see me fucking my friends over for a rating. But then, I cant affort the luxury of friends, lovers that are not devoid of love. Who was it I wonder who said those fateful words..... Money will never buy complete happyness.

Fuck it. Doesnt matter. I have work to do and the night is passing, no longer young. A woman. Lawyer they said, locked into a case. D.A. was supposed to handle it. Payed the fucker enough. But, now its her turn to show her insides. This one's worth some cash. Promised that fucker i'd use the knives, cut her some, make it look nasty.

She was to be an example..... Yeah, gonna fuck her up some. After all, thats what they pay me for aint it?