The Knoll - Original Writing :: Papers

The Knoll - Original Writing He was session there in the midst of the darkness, keeping an observant eye on his watch. He knew the minute the big hand hit five it would e genuinely begin. He was very composed and new what he had to do. In the standoffishness he could see the silhouette of the house and the trees dancing a desireside it. The micro chip winters wind was blowing right through his thick sleek trench coat. His long slender fingers curled or so the rifle trigger one by one ensuring he had the future target in position. He put the rifle back down on the tripod and examined his surroundings. The rustic house was very old with Tudor beams running through it, making the entire mental synthesis feel cold and deserted. It was surrounded by t completely overgrown cedar trees. They shaded the building, leaving elegant shadows draped down the walls. The grey malicious thresh complemented the building well, a perfect backdrop. Meanwhile on the knoll in front of the house was the assassin, hidden amongst the trees and the gloomy undergrowth. There was a still rustle as the tyres of the motor railcar rolled slowly over the stones, to the remaining of the assassin a vehicle appeared, moving gingerly down the drive. As it passed the trees the rusted bonnet began to become visible, a murky once face cloth colour. It gradually came into full view and he could see that the roof of the car was made out of black bin liners tied together, flapping around in the wind making a whipping noise as they contracted. The sea-blue boot of the car had an indent to the left side of it. This made the car look very misshaped and abnormal. As the car came to a halt, a comforter of smoke came out of the exhaust which blurred the view of the assassin as he could not see what was going on. He did not melt because he would give away his position, so he sat there waiting for the smoke to disappear. He was becoming very anxious, what if the victim disappeared, and all