He had one job to do.
One single and simple job: and that was to kill her.
Because that’s what he was, after-all. A killer.
A conscious one, too. That was his job, though, to murder one single subject from a future he’ll never know; no remorse, no
regret. That’s what made his job so easy: shoot the target, rid of it, erase the subject from all existence entirely. That was
supposed to be her fate. A cruel one, at that. But, as it goes, that fate wouldn’t lie in her future. It wasn’t like he was expecting her to turn his world upside down. No, no…he never anticipated that one tiny, doe eyed brunette would overturn the balance of everything he once knew the minute she was zapped to his time period and forced him to question for the first time what was right from wrong.