Disclaimer: Sad to say, Hunter x Hunter does not belong to me but to the respectable Yoshiro Togashi sensei's imagination.

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Killing

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In an empty room, a man desperately tried to cower in a corner. His whole body was shaking hysterically and his clothes were plastered to his skin with cold sweat. In his hand was a plain broad sword, held tightly in front of him as guarding his life from danger. The disarrayed clumps of his blond hair overshadowed his pale face but it could not quite hide the uncontrollable fear that gleamed in the man's blue eyes as it stared at the figure of a young boy, standing silently on the other end of the room.

The boy was young, no older than five years old, with fair skin and a skinny features, the boy seemed almost weak and harmless. Nothing a professional license hunter like him should be afraid of, except… except the boy was a Zaorldyeck, the most notorious assassin family in the entire world. He had heard they would kill their victims without hesitation - the most efficient killing machine.

…and he was facing one of them right now. It was reason enough for him to be scared shitless.

'P-please, I b-beg you, l-let me go.' He begged, his voice vibrated with terror against the empty walls. Once, he had an admirable pride and would not have begged at anyone for anything. But all that was in the past and all that was left of that pride was in ruins. 'Pl-please, don't ki-kill me.'

At the word 'kill' the boy raised his head and for the first time the man was able to see the young assassin's face. What he saw made him shrink even more into the corner; a pair of emerald eyes shone with an unrestrained urge for blood stared pensively at him as the red lips curled into a terrifying sadistic grin that showed no mercy at all. It was then, he knew it was over – he, after twenty eight years of living would finally die in this room.

The man's grip on the broad sword failed as all his hope fleet away from him. The sword hit the floor with a loud clang that echoed through the empty room but the man did not hear it, to indulged he was in his regret for all the sins he had commit over the years.

Suddenly the boy moved with a speed of lightning, lurching excitedly toward the man, the cry for spill blood in his head was overwhelming. He extracted his lethal claws, reached out with it and in one swift movement, stole the man's beating heart

The last thing the man saw as he collapsed onto the cold floor was the face of an innocent boy smiling widely, stained with splattered of blood and silent tears.

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The End

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