Once upon a time,
A five years old boy carried his gucci suitcase along the aisle looking for a free seat in a very small waiting room. His plane was supposed to leave the city in two hours. It was quite long waiting time to be in a very uninteresting room but he had no choice. He had an appointment, one that he could not afford to miss.
When found he finally a seat to let his butt supported his weight, he saw a girl dressed to kill, extremely attractive. The little girl wore a shiny boot, mini white skirt, and a black leather jacket zipped up, hid what was inside it. She had literally everyone's attention.
The little boy looked at her with his eyes wide open. He thought that he was in love... He had to have that little girl.
No. On the second thought, he did not have to have her for she was in fact his date today.
After all, she was chewing a gum!
The boy did not like people who chew. Simply no class.
The girl stared at him, smiled. Like she could read his mind, she took the gum out and placed it onto a paper before thrown it into the trash bin.
The boy smiled back.
The girl then zipped down her jacket and showed what she got.
The boy smiled. Again. But this time, followed by a wink.
Then took she aim.
She pointed her gun at him.
The boy did not make a move. His smile remained the same.
She kept quiet at it.
To the boy walked she closer.
The boy sent her a kiss.
He opened his suitcase and showed the girl.
The girl smiled. She was happy to see what was inside his suitcase. She sat next to him and kept looking at it.
The little boy leant to his left and kissed her right cheek.
The little girl returned the kiss.
The little boy smiled. This one was a really mean smile. He cut her neck suddenly.
So died the little girl.
Two hours later...
The boy was in the plane; leaving the past.
He had done his job.
What a day.
He needed to take a nap. It was okay now to rest the eyes and mind.
The police never came.
The people did not care. They did not scream either to see her neck bled.
None was disgusted to see the mini white skirt turned red.
The employer seemed ok. Satisfied.
His people were in the plane, leaving the crime scene, leaving the city, leaving the past.
The little girl woke up at last. She tore the sticking plaster from her neck. She zipped up her jacket, smiled, and walked away.
The little boy awoke. It was 0200 hours only.
He went to the bathroom and peed.
It was such a weird dream.
But he thought that he loved her.
He had to see her again; he had to have her.
A little girl with a shiny boot, mini white skirt and a black leather jacket zipped up.
Whose name knew he never.
Now grows the boy ten more years...
He is a mercenary. Strangest thing is he does not really care about searching a girl with a shiny boot, mini white skirt and a black leather jacket zipped up...
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