A chapter..

   Here’s something I wrote:

    Rain poured down on the streets of Harlem. As she passed the many empty stores with flickering lights, her heart beat fast. It felt as if she was being watched, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up in agreement . Glancing around, she hoped to see a suspicious someone in a long black overcoat. Her frizzy Ombre brown hair was covered in a large black rain coat, and her boots clacked across flagstones. In her arm, of course, she had the umbrella. A vivid red, with gray stripes . .it seemed like a normal umbrella. 

Staring up at the sky, she could feel her anxiety rising with every step . .and it really felt as if everyone on the streets were watching her every move . . even though they were deserted. It was crucial not to be seen. And anyways, she was a natural at this . . only that she knew this was more significant than previous cases. 

She then approached the corner of 110th street and . . .saw him. Dressed in a black overcoat, and holding a large, striped blue umbrella over his head, was her target. Greg Schizvak. A man with an overwhelming amount of adherents who promote his terrosim. She also came to see his briefcase, it was where he was carrying the bombs. Only a few steps away from him, Schizvak looked up to see her. 

His face looked hardened by rough bags hanging under his eyes, and a stone like nose. Shiny gray hair was slicked back on his hair, and his eyes met the hers  . .she could feel the chill while looking at him. His greed and hatred swam in the dark pupils of his eyes.

Shuddering, she quickly took a hold of the umbrella. Silence. Step. Step.

When he came close, she opened the umbrella up to his thigh, and held it above her head. Step. Step. Thud. The man collapsed to the ground, holding his leg in agony. She continued walking casually as she didn't see what happened . .umbrella still over her head.

She didn't look back, but she knew what happened. She killed him.

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