Tag: Assassin
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Lost Confessions: Purpose
A knife was made to cut. A gun was made to shoot. I was made to protect. In the worst years of my life, when I was a boy of about six or seven, I came about as a result of training. See my father wanted a bodyguard for the only thing he loved on…
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Teth
“Are you Jack or are you real?” the beast said. It was sitting on the edge of Job’s bed, its head low, its claws biting deep on the side of the mattress. I was not aware. It was a Tuesday and I had been drinking. Regina and Bekah had gone home to sit by their…
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The Man in the Dark
Job had come home early and found me drunk and weeping. The phone calls had been going all night, and when all was said and done, the whole of the body had passed out except him. When Job walked into the house, the man in the dark bedroom slipped his hand under the blankets and…
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Creature in the Wastes, Part 2
Sunshine filled the room. Adam stood in its light basking in the warmth and the happiness it brought. He turned to his Lincoln Logs sitting in the corner, to the small black and white television sitting in the other and the soft bed, made with pressed sheets and gentle blankets, and he giggled. “I want…
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Creature in the Wastes
Now, I know how this is going to sound. This one is not possible, if you think of things in a certain way. But I have not stumbled off the path of truth. There is an explanation to this story that I can’t get into right now. It was not a dream. I know that…
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Smilin’ Jack, Part 4
Darkness and Job’s couch. I was asleep, and though lightning and rain raged out beyond the door, I was safe. Safe from homelessness, safe from starvation. But barely. Job had opened his house to me, had lent me succor from the streets. But I could not work. I was too far gone for that. I…
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Shush
He was keeping a secret, and it didn’t take long to figure out what it was. We called him Shush. Every now and then we caught him out and staring. We talked to him and tried to get him to respond before we realized he was mute. We gave him a piece of paper and…
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Pain
“So what do we know?” I asked Job and Regina. We were at an Chinese restaurant. We were full and smoking. “Shadow, Guardian, Shush,” I said. “Servant, Teth, and Assassin,” Regina added, “and that one who came out last night that we couldn’t get anything out of, do you remember that?” “I do,” Job said.…
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Twisted Visage
The way the room changed, the way the room felt when I woke up that day, told me that while I had slept, another had been there. My bag had been rifled through. I opened it first, for my composition books were in there with writings I had been working on for years. They were…
Jesse Teller 