I am an Assassin

By Xenomorph666

Disclaimer: I own none of the Law and Order: SVU characters or copyrights. I do own Maddock O'Donnelly/Wraith and all corresponding copyrights.

Summary: An assassin appears on the streets of New York, but is he the hero people believe he is? Only he really knows, or does he?

AN: One shot that will lead into a storyline for Stabler

I am an Assassin

I am an assassin.

A simple truth, yet in such a simple truth I have become entangled, like a fly in a spider's web. I kill for money, I kill to ease my own pain and I kill…

For what I don't know.

Or do I?

Is it even important?

I am the best.

I am also the worst.

I kill for money.

I kill for pleasure.

I kill to end the suffering.

My suffering.

Their suffering.

Those thoughts and more race through my head as I stare down at the young girl from my rooftop position, I had given myself away for the chance to save her from being taken off the streets and possibly raped. I had forgone my contract, a quarter mill down the drain, to save a scrawny 15 year old goth with worse fashion sense than my sister.

Ah, my sister. That's why I did it. She reminded me.

Soon I hear the rushing of feet up to the roof. Cops, I waited to long. The door flies open as the lead officer, no detective comes into my line of sight. I've left my rifle by that time. Not like I need it, I hate guns, but this mark was careful.

"FREEZE!" The detective shouts as I casually walk away. I turn to him; a confused look crosses his face as he sees mine. I recognize him quickly enough; he's a detective that normally works the infamous "Special Victims Unit". Tough guy. Smart, strong, knows when to shoot. We've met before. "You're dead." He sputters as he keeps the gun trained on me; we both know it's pointless.

"Yeah." I was dead, physically at least.

"How…" Cops flood up behind him. He always did lead the pack.

"There are more things in heaven and Earth…" I quote it quickly before I bolt for the edge of the building. Gunshots ring out as I leap from one roof to another. A hundred foot gap. Humanly impossible. I land silently in the middle. I turn to look at the detective. Our eyes lock. The rivalry is back. "I'll try not screw up this time."

"This time you're going to jail." He shouts as he runs back to the stairs.

"Detective Stabler." I call out before he makes the door. He turns to me. "I had a secondary plan." The side of the hotel blows out, leaving a huge gash in the room where my mark was. "He can't hurt anyone anymore."

Benson kicks the door in frustration as he curses. I leave several speedy leaps over rooftops. I know he curses the sight of my green cloak, my signature.

Looks like I get the quarter of a mil after all.

Like I said.

I'm an assassin.

I just have morals too.