The sky was scorched crimson as the obscurity of night overpowered the light of day. In the distance the picturesque profile of London was perceptible under the blanket of radiant silver stars. Beneath this unique declaration of splendour a solitary silhouette was projected against the wall of a dimly lit back alley. He had an unnaturally intense glare, his vision passionately focused on an excruciatingly striking cerise TVR Tuscan. It was almost time. Despite the evident risk he was undertaking his eyes portrayed obsession, infatuation and desire to realize his acutely elusive vocation.
The moon shone through the bare branches of an old oak tree casting ghostly shadows on the transparent sheet of astonishingly delicate ice. As the unique complicity of crystallised snowflakes descended delicately from the sky, the searchlight of a police helicopter briefly illuminated the car park. He remained unruffled by this passing scare. As the faint sound of stiletto heels approached his patiently awaiting ears, he knew it was time. He obscured himself from view as she cautiously approached her car aware of the potential threat. The delicate roar of her car was an indication to follow.
The vicious velocity boost gave her an obvious advantage but he continued to follow her with cunning initiative. She indicated in the direction of the next slip road and continued to accelerate away from him. As she advanced towards her strikingly refined cottage he waited. After furtively making enquiries and analysing her every move for months he knew her like a lover. She slowly pulled into her gravel drive carefully avoiding the colossal wrought iron gates, the stones crunched and rolled beneath her almost reflective alloy wheels.
As he had repeatedly scrutinized her he knew the pattern of events that would follow. She removed her perfectly petite leather gloves and positioned them painstakingly precisely on the dashboard. Checking her appearance in the rear view mirror she noticed an imperfection and re-applied a perilously dangerous shade of rich scarlet to her voluptuously full lips. She then complemented this with a sweep of blusher to each of her remarkably proportioned cheekbones. After delicately brushing her glossy golden hair she switched of her radio and stepped out of the car.
As she struggled across the rock-strewn drive with immense precaution he prepared himself for the big finale. His timing had to be impeccable. She advanced towards the towering oak door and seductively flicked her ivory white menthol cigarette. As she gently inserted her key into the lock, he waited. She dropped her bag. He waited. Timing was one of the many vital qualities that he had learnt to have power over. He stood secreted from her line of vision and inaudibly removed a platinum plated PPK from the pocket of his trench coat.
The gun was almost as striking as her its exterior beauty and expensive taste was unambiguously apparent to the naked eye. Only the best would suffice. He aligned the weapon towards his target and as her key clicked the brutally beautiful bullet pierced her heart. As the definition of perfection fell to her death the walls were left permanently stained by the ruby red blood that seeped out of her chest. As she drew in her final breath a shooting star fired across the jet-black sky symbolising the bullet that tragically stole her flawless life leaving her as nothing more than a memory.
As he made his way back to the car he stopped. It was disturbing to see such a beautiful woman degradingly slumped across her own doorstep bleeding profusely. As he calmly closed the car door, a cynical grin infected his otherwise expressionless face like a virus. He knew his association was undetectable. After lighting a cigarette he expertly manoeuvred his way out of the crime scene oblivious to the prior assassination. No evidence of remorse or repentance was shown for the infringement and murder immorally committed.
