Note: This is a better perspective on the last hitman story I wrote I thought the last one was poorly written and poorly put together so im gonna try for a better one

Requiem: Re-envisioned

I don't have much to say this day. It's calm. It's peaceful....too peaceful for a crazed bastard's funeral.

He doesn't deserve this...a funeral...a peaceful one at that...

I'm new on this job but that doesn't mean I'm a simple rookie. I'm at this killer's funeral for reasons unknown....he's dead he ain't going anywhere and any enemies in his way are either dead or greaving...or worse hell I don't know

...Bored as hell...nothing to do, no one to shoot, no one to kill...

Where is the excitement that comes with this job....stoppin this guy would have been exciting but clumsiness beat me to him...not that I would have been able to kill something that might or might not have been there

He could have slipped under our noses and dressed as one of us...shit I'm glad I got the job later on and not earlier bastard could have choked me out.

Pretty snazzy suit for a hitman's funeral. Who the hell spent the time to pick out a good suit for a murderer...its disgusting

There's no one here except us unanimous agents, the leader of The Franchise, a priest, a journalist and some woman....a pretty good looking woman...

I can't wait to get home...sit down, get some rest, order a pizza and wish for a good mission when I do return to work...if I ever do get a break the hours for this job kinda suck ass and the scheduling is weird.

Hold on a sec...did the dead dude have guns in his hands? And where did that chick go...huh I guess a little going a way present...from an admirer...ha

You know when you just have to stand and guard nothing a guy tends to think about what he's guarding and why he's doing it. How did this lunatic not go crazy and just off himself...I mean just killing all the time without no remorse...and what was he going to use the money for anyway....he had no soul....no life...nothing....

...did I just see a twitch?....

….WHAT THE HELL!?...

NO! NO! NO! NOT POSSIBLE!

How the hell am I not hitting him?! Dammit!

( The agent couldn't think...his mind was in a frantic...all he could see were bullets wizzing by..and agents' heads bursting from impact....he was shot...but just in the arm....five agents around him dead....he shot wildly while the assassin kept his cool...his composure

….the priest prayed hoping for the miracle too good to be true....he died....

….the agent could only think of running...running for his life....others followed....bullets never stopped...another agent following behind yelled out and the yell was ceased by a bullet to the heart....

….the path to the gate which led out seemed to stretch for miles.....

…...screams were then silenced.....he was alone)

Come on! Come on! Open goddammit!

There has to be a way out of this godforsaken place!

God please....

( The agent could only lament...only despair....he was out of bullets...he couldn't fight off the resurrected hitman...the ungodly human...he was going to die....

...he turned and saw the horrible figure in white....he fell to his knees....there was no mercy to be found....)

Please! Please don't kill me...I'm innocent!

( A bullet flew from the barrel of the killer's gun....only a few seconds....the unnamed and disposable agent's chest spew blood....the last sight he saw....the killer walked off straightening his tie....there wasn't any rest for the wicked )

….the agent fell to the ground...death found him....