My Assassin

Prologue

New Orleans, Louisiana

"Roger...," someone whispers behind me menacingly.

Stopping to catch my breath isn't an option. I don't even know where I am going.

The stranger had caught me, hours ago, and broke my glasses when he punched me repeatedly in the face.

My left eye is swollen and I'm nursing a bloody nose.

He is after me and I feel like there's nowhere to hide!

I can't do it anymore, I tell myself as I bend over, my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. I feel like I've been running non-stop for hours. Darkness is now creeping up on me and I'm past exhausted but I must keep running!

A street lamp shines above me like a spotlight. I look around in a panic and run towards a black, parked car, resting my hand on it. Looking around, I search hastily for the person who's after me.

I instantly still when I catch my reflection on the car window. The person staring back is me, but unrecognizable.

I can't believe it!

Slowly touching my face, I make sure the image looking back at me is, in fact, me.

I wince in pain!

Whoever this maniac is clearly has a vendetta. I will not give up until I feel safe again!

However, that will prove impossible. Every way I turn, I feel more lost.

Where are the police when you need them the most?!

I look up. Through the dark sky and gray clouds, I see a bolt of lightning. Dread washes over me. At this point, I am out of breath and out of will. Breathing hurts, running hurts, everything hurts! However, I can't stop. The moment I do, that young man will find me and kill me.

Clutching to my arm, I sob in pain as I remember what led to this.

Two hours ago

"Mr. Olsen, sir? How's the campaign going?"

My driver, bodyguard, and I were sitting at a red light. I looked up from the newspaper at my driver. I smiled at him as we made eye contact through the rearview mirror.

"It's going great, Matthew! I am up in the polls by forty points," I said winking at him.

"I've said it from the beginning, sir! You'll definitely get that Senate seat. After that, the White House," Jared, my bodyguard, said turning to me from the passenger seat, with a smile on his face.

I chuckle. "Now, now! One thing at a time. I don't even know if I want the presidency." This was true. "I just want to do my part and help out the great state of Louisiana. That's all!"

"Don't be so modest, sir!" Jared said turning around.

The light had just turned green when two bullets, coming through the windshield, had hit my driver and bodyguard in their heads.
I gasped and leaned forward, covering my head, as both men slumped in their seats. This isn't real! My mouth opened to yell in horror but no sound resonated.

I hurriedly stumbled out of the car looking around. What had just happened?! I continued looking around and couldn't see anything or anyone. Staring back into the car, I see Jared and Matthew. They were in fact, dead.

In a panic, I tried to pull my cell phone out of my pocket but it falls onto the street. I bend over quickly to retrieve it but I felt intense pain on my left forearm. I glanced down at it and saw a small, black knife protruding from it. I yelled in pain as I pulled it out and ran! Someone was trying to kill me!