The Dark Regret..

A Dark Regret...
 
Sick and dying, in my nonagenarian years.
"How did you come to have your right leg amputated Dad?" My son asked, as he stared at my leg.
I knew my days are numbered already, its time to let out the truth I have kept in all this while as to how I lost a leg.
"I'll tell you of that story. It was a regretful one." I said, as I gave a long sigh.

I had two years of rigorous training in Black Shadow's Camp,  about fourty two years ago was just like yesterday.
Twenty five of us were admitted, only six qualified to be called modern killers; Assassins.

 On my induction day, El-Jeffe- our commander called me, "Hawkin Dawkin" (as that was my code name), he stretched his hand to give me a portrait.
"That's your first assignment", I was shocked on seeing the picture. "Yes, it's the newly elected president, he defuncted from the party that helped him in and he's now a thorn in their throat, they want him dead", though there is dareness and desperation in my eyes, yet I felt pity for the man, i stand to loose nothing, death is imminent for all, so we're never afraid but the whole nation will mourn.
"There would be a conference tomorrow at 'Hawk's Square', seize the opportunity and do it".
...
 I was at Hawk's Square so early, to study well the environment and the reasonable perimeter. I was sure I got it all covered.

 At exactly 1200hr, the President arrived, he was a man of integrity, he took to time but my job is a must do. At quarter past 1200hr, two bullets pierced his chest and head, there is hullabaloo, everyone run in anarchy. I quickly switched my position as was planned for my escape, and as I was getting away, trying to scale through a gate, I got shot on the leg. Immediately, I slewed around in pain and shot the guy. Two other securities charged at me but I somehow escaped, don't ask me how, it's my profession.

The President died.
I assassinated him.

I couldn't leave the uncompleted building somewhere in a bushy hide out. Police were all over searching for me. Did first aid as was taught, but could not get the bullet out on my own; I needed the hospital. I stopped the blood, use all the tranquilizers with me to drug myself to sleep. My dream was full of nightmares, I kept on seeing the dead president face, I still see him atimes in my dream till now, always staring at me.

Two days after hiding, I manage to find my way out without been spotted. I traveled a long deal to this country, and then at the hospital, it was told me my leg needed amputating, its been infected.
Had no choice, I was dying. I lost my leg, but I gained my conscience.

I quitted after my first assignment, I never return home; no Black Shadow, just regret... Thick dark regret.
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