Hitman-Victim 3
My name is Henry Baker and I was about to become a hitman and a victim. I was having the greatest day of my life, so how could something like that possibly happen? I'll tell you how.
Myself and my wife, Charlotte Baker, along with my two kids, Tommy and Rachel Baker were at a local restaurant celebrating. What was the event? My kids' birthday. They were twins, and for a father to be present with his family on this special day, means the world to him. I couldn't ask for more, but I guess sometimes we're given more than we ask for.
Right there in the middle of the whole happy moment 'thingy', an envelope came in. I swear, if only I knew the contents, I wouldn't have opened it.
Well, it read "your wife is being locked on by a sniper, buildings across, if you don't believe me, look at the red dot on her forehead...".
Flustered was an understatement to describe how I felt. I looked at my wife and she looked like an Indian woman with a red dot on her forehead.
What was I going to do? It was my children's birthday, twins, and this was not the kind of birthday, I had in mind.
I continued reading, "...now that you have confirmed, let's get to work. Any minute now a man will walk in with alot of bodyguards, that's him. You will kill him or your wife dies.
You'll be the assassin and him your target, you'll be a Hitman and him your victim...".
Now, I'm supposedly to kill someone I don't know, haven't met and hasn't done anything wrong to me.
"No" was the word I thought in my heart. "I'm not going to do this". "this has to be a sick joke", so I thought while looking for the waiter who gave me the envelope.
I couldn't see her clear enough, as my gaze wasn't on her, but I could tell my wife was staring wondering what was happening. The kids however, didn't notice a thing.
"there he is!", the waiter, I got up to meet him just when I saw... 'him', my soon to be victim. Walking in with his body guards.
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Hitman-Victim 2.
How does a man who was having the greatest day of his life, become a hitman and... A *Victim*?
I'll tell you how. My name is Henry Baker, and I was with my wife, Charlotte baker, and my two kids, Tommy and Rachel baker, at a local restaurant when I got the shock of my life. In an envelope.
It read, "your wife is being locked on by a sniper, buildings across, if you don't believe me, look at the red dot on her forehead...".
Flustered was an understatement to describe how I felt. I looked at my wife and she looked like an Indian woman with a red dot on her forehead.
What was I going to do? It was my children's birthday, twins, and this was not the kind of birthday, I had in mind.
I continued reading, "...now that you have confirmed, let's get to work. Any minute now a man will walk in with alot of bodyguards, that's him. You will kill him or your wife dies.
You'll be the assassin and him your target, you'll be a Hitman and him your victim..."
"...kill him... ", I couldn't get those words out of my mind. I couldn't possibly kill, I have never killed. This letter couldn't be for me, or so I thought.
Note: part 3. Coming soon.
Hitman-victim.
A married man was having the day of his life. It was his children's birthday, he's beautiful non-identical twins. And he was out celebrating with his wife and the celebrants, Tommy the boy and Rachel, the girl. It was an event full of laughter and joy.
They had gone to a local restaurant as the venue for the celebration, they ordered two cakes with candles that were about to be blown out by his two children. "What more could a husband and a father ask for ", so he thought before the waiter interrupted, bringing him an envelope. His bill he thought, as the waiter faded away into the background. But he had never been given his bill in an envelope before.
He opened it while hearing his wife's voice in the background of his mind, "come on, make a wish, honey". It was a letter. It read "there's a sniper buildings across, locked on to your wife. Look at the red dot on her forehead if you don't believe...". He paused.
He looked at his wife while she looked back concerned with the expression her husband had on his face and said "what's wrong love? "... She had a red dot on her head.
His heart already started racing, he trembled as he continued reading, "... You'll do as I say or she dies". Mute, was the way everything seemed as he tried to understand what the hell was going on.
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Sent Request.
Sent requests are designs done by RICH PROD. for people who requested for them. These clients got to send their name, favorite color and object associating with them to the designer RICH PROD., which is me actually.
ESE, BLUE, BREAD BOARD.
this was the first design and I had to put together all these things to make something creative.
KUSH, RED, CIGARETTE.
PEARL, BLACK, ANY OBJECT.
There are more, but for now, this is all I would send. Let me know what you think in the comment.
I think this arts helped me connect better with the people. Every design was a struggle to satisfy my clients and I love the trills that gives.
