He was free! David felt the wind flying through his hair as his glider picked up endless currents of wind. He laughed at the adrenaline pumped through his veins. Although hang gliding was a dangerous sport, it was his favorite. It let him escape the pain and grief that accompanied his everyday life. This time however he was not gliding for fun. He was a killer. Not for fun or for revenge but because years ago he had been offered a thousand dollars for the assassination of an evil world leader. He had done it. Since he had trained in the marines and was very fit, it had not been much of a problem. Then they had threatened to turn him in if he wouldn't do it again for them, and he had no choice. The majority of those he killed were despicable men, but every once in a while he would be called on to kill someone innocent, sometimes even someone he knew and admired. He did it each time. He only hoped that those he had killed that deserved to die would outweigh those innocents he killed. No, not hoped, wished.
Right now he was on his way to make one of those kills. The one he was to kill was one of the greatest men in the history of the world. And a personal friend. He would never kill this man. He had told that to himself a thousand times. It was no longer about him getting turned in. He would kill himself if he could. But he couldn't. He would never do anything to harm himself. One day twenty years ago he had been given a blessing. No one could ever do harm to him purposefully, and he could not cause any harm to himself, no matter how much he wanted too. He could not even step out into the middle of the street to get hit by a car. It was a blessing and a curse. Because of this and the fact that he could not let any harm come to him, he had to kill his friend. His "employers" had threatened him and they had found it worked surprisingly well.
He had wept about his curse. He had tried thousands of ways to get around it. But nothing worked. Always someone could not make themselves hurt him. This was one reason he loved hang gliding. If somehow one of the wings got broken or such, he could be free of this curse. He could be free of this world. However, he knew it could never be. He had hang glided assiduously, but never once had anything happened to him. His troubles enervated him but unfortunately he still found the strength to carry out his deeds. He carried a long knife unsheathed hanging from a long cord around his neck. He carried it not for safety, but for assassinations and hopefully, in case he somehow fell on it one day. Not likely, but there wasn't much other chance. He wished he could be free, but he knew he never could. He never would.
That was when his course intersected that of a Jumbo Jet. He was as a fly to a cannon. The Jet was not hindered and noticed nothing, if it could be said to notice anything, but the hundreds of screaming people inside did. After all its not everyday you get outside window decorations on a long and boring flight. It appears all his worries are over, but are they?
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