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Cargill Mcgillian's Merciless-Personal Narrative

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In my line of work there's a difference between being merciless and being efficient. I smirked devilishly to myself as my knifed gleamed in the moonlight. I made my way toward the victim’s bed, my boots making no noise on the hardwood floor. His name was Cargill McGillian, or as he was known formally, Duke McGillian. He came from a wealthy family; he was rude to his servants. Possible the thing I hated most about him was that he was one of those bugs on the Royal council, and he was about to get squashed. I inched my blade closer to his neck, so close his breath fogged up the smooth silver surface. His eyes jolted open, I cursed silently to myself. Throwing myself on top of him before he could scream, pinning his arms down. I pressed the …show more content…

I rolled my eyes. “Begging won't stop your death,” I remarked. He took another shaky shallow breath. “Why?” He asked, his talking probably made breathing harder, but did he still talk? Yes, he did, and his stupid snotty voice was going to give me a headache. “Someone wants you dead, they sent me to do the deed,” I held the dagger up in the air, watching his face contort in to a wince. “why?” He questioned. What was this, an interrogation? I thought his first reaction would be to scream. I'm surprised he hasn't already tried. “Don't know, don't care,” I slowly stared inching the blade closer to his …show more content…

Stepping back out I gave him more food and water. I brushed my hands off on my black pants, spreading horse hair all over it. “How was the mission?” A deep voice sounded out from behind me. “Fine, got interrogated by the victim. He's dead now so it doesn't matter,” I already knew who it was. I could already feel his blue eyes staring at me. He chuckled lightly. “How'd you do it,” he asked seeming engaged in the conversation, I was too exhausted from the ride here to care. “Slit his throat, the usual,” I remarked finally turning around to see his black untamable hair. “The usual,” he laughed again this time it was a heartier laugh. His name was Aspen. Though everyone called him shadow with the way he just appeared everywhere always hiding where no one could see. “I'm exhausted,” I groaned stretching my arms out in front of me. He stepped back so I wouldn't hit him. “You look like it,” he crossed his arms across his chest. “You should go to

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