GRAY.

Some might think that a murderer should be remorseful, that they kill for a reason. Some  don’t need a reason to be a beast, some don’t need to hold back. When it comes to death and taking the life of another, you are either going to do it or you’re going to be a coward and back down. Don’t take the job unless you are completely prepared for what you might end up having to do. Where your blade or your bullet will pierce the tender flesh of another person; completely taking away everything that was once theirs. It’s not easy the first few times but the more you do it, the more you become numb to it. In the business of being a skilled assassin, you must succeed, or you will be the one who is up next.

And they shall show no mercy, not even for a split-second hesitation. 

It’s a luxury that no one can afford, at least not in this day and time. I’ve learned the hard way about what it means to hesitate and be the one stabbed in the back. I can never forgive them because truthfully, they were the kind of people who would do it again. I made a promise that I’ll continue to make them regret standing in my way, if they dare. Of course, they would have to see me coming first.

“How far are you, Silas?” Holly’s voice comes through the earpiece I’m wearing, only loud enough for me to hear, “you're lagging behind schedule. If you don’t hurry up, you’re going to get caught red-handed.”

Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I purse my lips and pick the lock, “this kind of stuff takes time, Holly. One mistake and this whole thing is blown. Do you not realize that? If you do, be quiet and leave me to the task at hand. Okay?”

I know Holly, and she would have no problem with saying something quite snarky, but she decided against it. Which is a good thing because I don’t have the patience for it right now. With quick precision, the lock gives and I’m able to open the door. Grateful that it doesn’t make any noise in doing so. A lot more could have happened if I wasn’t being careful, and I understood why she's nervous. She’s constantly afraid that I’m going to get hurt. I don’t know how many times I need to remind her that I’m the best there is. And nobody is going to stand in my way.

It’s what a beast does best.

Everyone in this world is going to know it too. I shall show no mercy, especially to those who do not deserve it. I’ve met too many people in my life who should have died a long time ago, who should have never been born into existence. Who should have died the second that someone found out they were a monster. To understand this is to know  why I don’t think I would be able to forgive myself if something went wrong. The moment that I show mercy, I would end up putting everyone that I care about in danger, and I can’t let that happen. 

“Just be careful, you know that he would have no problem playing cheap tricks and trying to use you.” Holly warns me again, her concern obvious now, “you might be the number one person in the ring but that doesn’t mean you can’t get killed.”

Rolling my eyes, I respond, “whatever you say, Holly”.

The annoyance digs at me because after all this time it still feels like she doesn’t have faith in me to finish the job

How many men do I have to kill to make her understand that nobody is going to get me? I hate anyone who remotely doubts my abilities and if she wasn’t like family to me, she would have been gone as well. I love her, but sometimes we have completely different ideas of what I’m capable of handling. 

I enter slowly through the doorway. I should have known that this man’s home would be penetrable. It’s like the ones who think that they would never be harmed and that no one would dare go after them are the cockiest. I would kill any one of them without mercy. If he would have made me work for it, I would have killed him quickly, respecting his self-preservation. Instead, I will slaughter him like the pig he is.

The place is bare. There is barely any lighting, making the room seem dark and dank. Even the furniture is not even remotely lively, giving it an even more ominous feel. From my research, I knew that the man was cheap, but I didn’t realise that he would be this cheap. It makes sense though. His valuables are not here, not wanting to have to worry about them being taken. He only comes here to fuck his whores; allegedly he respects his wife enough to not do it in their home. I wouldn’t even have been able to blame her if she was the person who put the hit on him. He shouldn’t be screwing around with whores to begin with, but I’m sure she will have something against him soon enough. 

The door creaks as I unlock it, making me stiffen for a second. I proceed to enter his study, trying to be as careful as possible to not alert him. It is dark. I want to catch him unaware, to see the horror on his face when he realises that he isn’t safe at all. I wouldn’t call myself a sadist, but I do enjoy seeing them beg for their lives. Sometimes, it is quite exhilarating because  they often try to save themselves and always ultimately fail. A bullet would go through his brain soon enough.

It's refreshing.

It’s one of the fun parts of the job. 

“He’s here.” Holly tells me, breaking the silence once again, “it’s going to be a doozy, I’m afraid. It looks like he is getting it on with one of his girls already.”

She’s on the lookout for him. Even though he is a part of the mafia world, he is one low-ranking bastard. He really isn’t even worth my time. One wrong move and he would be busted. He’s been trying to climb his way up, yet someone won’t let that happen. Honestly, I don’t know how he managed to get this far along without someone else killing him in the process. I suppose he should count himself lucky, he is going to get out of this the easy way, almost painless.

His whores call him Fergie, and he has multitudes of them. He owns what I would call a whore house that’s  involved in trafficking them out of the United States to different places all around the world. They fight to have one-night stands with him because if they can keep his attention for long enough, he won’t ship them out for money. You see, as cheap as Fergie is, he treats his mistresses well. Even better than how he treats his wife, I’ve heard. It’s disgusting considering  there is no way that I would fight for someone like him. He’s nasty, and they should have left him a long time ago but unfortunately, they didn’t have much of a choice so I would understand why they didn’t. It’s why I’m out here doing this. Ridding the world of pigs such as himself.  

I can understand why these women fight to be his mistress, although they probably hate him and would rather kill him. The trafficking ring isn’t a good place to be, and they have done anything they can to survive it. I can relate, which is why I’ll take pleasure in killing that son of a bitch tonight while my men handle freeing the woman after the job is done. They will get new identities and will be given some cash to start over. Most don’t make it as this is the world they were raised in, but knowing some do is worth it. I suppose it’s the thought that they might survive that keeps me going. Maybe they can change their life for the better.

I hide as soon as I hear their voices closing in. They’re here.

The door opens, and their voices become much clearer. As soon as the lights turn on, I watch Fergie drag in a blonde girl who’s barely wearing something that I would consider “clothes”. Poor girl. Their hands are roaming over each other, as if this is the best sex they were ever going to have. The girl rushes off her top, and I note that she didn’t even bother to wear a bra. It’s more than just a little nasty when Fergie decides to start slobbering all over them, attempting to be hot. Honestly, this will haunt me in my dreams.

“Hmm, yes.” She manages to moan as she holds his head, letting him do as he pleases, “Keep doing that, Fergie, it feels so good. Oh yes, keep touching my tits! You make me so horny!”

Her fake enthusiasm matches his real one. She can act, I will give it to her.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you.” He moans in a gravelly voice, making me grimace.

Please no.

I understand why people roll their eyes when watching a porn video, it is so nasty. It’s so obvious it’s a fake moan. You don’t need a porn director to confirm it, yet Fergie doesn’t seem to mind. He smiles instead. He obviously thinks that he is rocking her world even when it’s not the case. I do feel for her, she’s trying to save her own ass, and no doubt he has a tiny dick and doesn’t know how to use it.

Fergie finally pulls away from her as he throws open one of the drawers. He is searching for something, a condom, I’m sure. The blonde girl is watching him, trying to hide her disgust which makes me smile slightly. It looks like she wants to attempt my job herself. He smiles as he finally sees whatever it is, and hands it to her.

“I can’t wait to have your cock in me.” The blonde girl moans, spreading her legs a little bit as she is pretending to be so horny for him, “Hurry! I just can’t wait! I need you, Fergie baby!”

Well, sweetheart, you’re just going to have to wait. When I hear the condom foil tear, there’s no way I’m watching him stick his dick inside of her and get off. I slowly emerge from the shadows. They don’t even know that I’m here yet and that’s how I prefer to it. They’re caught up in trying to take off Fergie’s pants that I creep closer, blending into the shadows easily.

“Bend over, I’ll just unzip my pants.” He tells her, giving her a reassuring smile, “You’re going to love it. I promise. All you must do is be a good girl.”

She obeys, turning around and bending over, and that is it for me; I can’t watch this anymore. I uncock my gun, the sound echoing throughout the room. They both freeze, realising the predicament that they are in now. Fergie is with his pants half-zipped, and the blonde girl has her bare ass on display. Fergie recomposes himself and he zips up his pants with trembling hands. He clears his throat, and the blonde girl is now standing behind him, fixing her clothes as well. There’s no point in even attempting to hide it, I already saw too much.

“How did you get in?” Fergie manages to speak, trying to make his voice come out like he’s not scared but he fails, “Are you trying to die? Do you know who you are messing with?”

He has yet to see my face because if he had, he would be pissing himself by now. I know now that he thinks that I am a nobody. He is going to quickly realise it is not the case.

“I walked.” is all I respond with.

Something finally registers in his head as he takes me in, and he falls to the ground on his knees almost immediately, already begging for mercy. It’s pathetic, making me look away from him to the girl because I can’t stand seeing him. Can’t he grow some damn balls already? His companion is scared, showing it as her body twitches. It’s obvious that she can’t decide whether to make a run for it or stay, but I know if she had been given the choice, there is no way she would die for him. It makes me smile because I know that this is going to go the way that he wishes it wouldn’t. I’m going to make her dreams come true.

He will regret every second of this.

“Gray.” He whispers, visibly shaking, “I’ll pay you double the amount.” Now this is the fun part, “No, no, triple, four times the amount- just don’t kill me. Please! We can help one another!”

No amount of money will change my mind, he knows this. My reputation of being a ruthless assassin in the mafia world didn’t come from thin air. You tell me who and I get the job done. I’ve never killed people who don’t deserve it. No one would believe that but in the mafia world, everyone deserves death because all our hands are stained in blood. No one would be able to change my mind on that. Everyone is a monster in this world.

Everyone. 

I bend down to his level, my foot pressing into the soaked rug. I was right, he had pissed himself. Fighting the urge to wrinkle my nose with disgust, I stare him down and make sure that he knows I’m not playing right now. I raise his head with the end of my gun. His teeth won’t stop chattering, so his chin has a hard time staying on the end of my gun. It’s pathetic if you ask me and I wish that I could kill him already. I know it’s possible that this might end up being over quickly. I sigh with annoyance, hating wimps like him.

“You know it doesn’t work like that.” I remind him, just telling him the truth, “and besides, you’re not a good person, and you want me to spare your life? You’re a monster, are you not?”

I stand up and glance over at the girl. She is looking dishevelled and frightened as hell, but I will quickly put her out of her misery. I smile at her before I take my other gun out of my pocket, and I aim a shot. It’s not her fault, I never miss. She should have made sure not to be a part of his life. She knew it was a dangerous  game, and if she was afraid, she should have done something else. 

She slumps to the floor, her body going completely still. Fergie stares at her like he has seen a ghost. It hits him that  he is really screwed, and that I am not playing. He scrambles towards me, like a beggar. One wouldn’t believe that just a few minutes ago he was trying to get off with a girl. Now, he looks like a completely different man. But he is not innocent in this, and that is what makes me hate him the most.

He’s Helpless.

I keep my gun pointed at him, wanting to get this over with. I’m trying to decide where to go from here. I’m unsure what to do about it at all, all I’m really thinking is that I just want to kill him. I don’t want any games like I normally do.  I want to just dispose of him and be done with it.

“Please spare me! PLEASE!” He continues to plead with me, “I know we can help each other, Gray! Just give me a chance to prove it to you. I can even find a man or woman for you.”

I’ve had enough of it though.