The Mind of an Assassin
a character study inspired by the Broadway musical Assassins *NOT an endorsement of violence!*
They say nice guys finish last. They’re right. I tried being nice. I tried following the rules, and look what it got me! No money, no job, just burns and scars from years working in a factory that fired me.
The symbol of injustice looms, blissfully unaware. Soon he will know the pain of the working class. Soon they all will know my pain!
Patriotic music blares as the line inches along. Ten people ahead of me… then five, three, one. One man, one moment, one shot. My hand trembles, gripping the concealed revolver. BANG!
About the Creator
Morgan Rhianna Bland
I'm an aroace brain AVM survivor from Tennessee. My illness left me unable to live a normal life with a normal job, so I write stories to earn money.
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