He has no name. He doesn’t exist. He is a ghost. He took out his targets with the precision of a surgeon, not feeling anything. They were just jobs. He lived a very lonely life. No family, no friends. He waited in his one bedroom apartment for the phone to ring, for the faceless voice on the other end to tell him his new target. The phone rings and he answers and it sounds like an easy job. He waits on the rooftop for his target. He assembles his rifle like he has done so many times. He looks through the scope, waiting for his target to appear. Then he sees her, his target. She’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. His heart starts to beat faster, his hands shake for the first time, his vision blurs. He takes his finger off the trigger, he dropes his rifle. He knows he will be hunted to the ends of the Earth for not doing his job but he doesn’t care. He has a new job, protecting this women. Other assassin’s will come for her, he’ll stop them. She’ll never know she has a ghost protecting her. She’ll never know he exists, but for the first time in his life he’s happy.
I’m not long for this world. I lay here on the beach looking up at the cloudy morning sky. The sound of explosions and gunfire is deafening. I hear the cries of the wounded and dying. I put my hands over my ears but I can still hear it all. Then I hear a sound, muffled at first but then I hear it clear as day. Someone is saying my name. I close my eyes. I can only hear the voice now and nothing else repeating my name, calling to me. I feel warm as a light envelops my body. A hand reaches for me and I grab hold. Tears run down my face as I hear the voice say “You’re home now son.”