Chapitre 2: Chapter 002: Killing Business
Monday, day I despise most.
It starts the hellish week of school, which I also despise.
The day was finally over; I was walking home when I overheard two men talking.
It looked secretive, but I am interested.
"Come on...you do this job..that's 50k in your hands." One of the men said.
"I'll pass." The other man said.
"Wait! Come on just one last time!" one man shouted.
"No, I'm done, for good." The man walked away.
"You said 50k?" I said in a low voice. "Huh! who are you? get outta here kid!" He exclaimed.
"I'll do it." I replied. "What? Oh you heard our conversation." He said worried. "Yeah, I did, I'll do it." I said once again. "Sheesh..Look kid, I appreciate your determination and all..but I don't even know you."
I would stare at the man, and he saw nothing but the flames lit in my eyes. ".....Well kid..just follow me, I'll introduce you."
Maybe I should not have got in a car with a stranger, and maybe this is going too fast..but who could pass 50k up.
We arrived at a medium-sized building; when we walked in, many men in suits stopped to look at me. "Huh?! who this kid," one said. "We got fresh meat or something?" another said.
The man would open a door to a secluded room, where a man in a suit would sit behind a desk.
"What is it, bloggs." The man said. "Oh..well..sir I think I have found a new talent for you!" Bloggs said.
"New talent you say?" He turns around in his chair to face us. The man was pretty big and had a scruffy beard and a bald head. "Is this the so called new talent? a child?" He said. "Sir..just give him a chance! I promise I'll make it worth your while!" Bloggs said to him. "Sigh~ fine, Come here kid." He said, while giving me a finger motion to walk over. "Faster!" I would speed up my walking to the man. "Look here kid, do you even know why you're here?" He asked me. "No." I replied. "Sigh~ Kid, you're going to kill someone. Can you do that?" He asked me while looking into my eyes. "Yes, as long as I get payed." I told him while staring back.
"HAHA..kid..you got balls." He would proceed to sit down a hand gun and a picture of a man. "Kill him." He tapped on a picture of the man's face.
"Alright." I would pick up the gun and picture.
I have never held a gun before...but it felt kind of good.
Bloggs would drop me off behind a house. "Go in there, and kill him." He said.
I was confused, why was I not nervous?
Why am I not scared?
Do I not care about taking another man's life?
I would creak open the unlocked door; I would walk through the dark house, silencing my footsteps.
I would arrive in front of a door where I saw a man sleeping; it would be the man in the photo.
I have never seen this man before, nor have I had any problems with him. However, I felt no remorse, and all I wanted was money.
I would walk through the door, and I would get closer to the man. I now stood over him.
I would shoot him twice in the head.
Even after that, I felt no fear, remorse, or pity. I felt nothing.
I would walk back to the car, with a plain look on my face; I would get inside the car and would stay quiet.
"Are you okay?" Bloggs asked. "Yeah, I'm fine." I answered. 'I've never killed someone before, that was my first."
"Wait! you mean to tell me that he was your first ever kill!" He exclaimed. "Yeah," I said.
The car ride was quiet.
We would arrive at the building. We'd walk in together; the people there would stare at the gun in my hand, and the blood on my face. "That kid must have killed someone." They muttered.
I walked and opened the door to the bosses room.
"The job Is finished." I said. "Hm..Already." he replied. "I guess you are the real deal kid."
"Yeah, now wheres the money?" I asked. He would slap the 50k on the table, "here ya go kid!"
I would try to hand over my gun. "Oh, you can keep that kid."
"Alright." I would walk over to the door but would be stopped by him one last time. "Here ya go kid, you work for me now, you understand?" He said. "As long as I keep getting payed." I told him. "From now on, call me Mr. Tudor, and here take this." He would lay down a dress suit for me. "From now on, you wear this." I would look at it. "alright." I said.
Walking home with a gun, 50 thousand dollars, and a dress suit. It was weird that it all happened so quickly, that I killed someone. I didn't dwell on it for too long.
I would arrive at home with everyone sleeping.
Looking under my bed, I grabbed my lockbox. I would put my hand gun inside and proceed to lock it closed.
I would take a quick shower and head to bed.
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I would wake up on a tuesday morning for school, putting my school uniform on.
Heading out the door, I would get on my bike and ride to school.
The first class of the day was typical.
Only people gossiping, bullying, and fighting.
I'd stand up and try to walk out the door, but would bump into one of the 'Bullies.' "Hey, you gonna apologize?" He said. I would slightly turn my head to look at him, "No." I would try to walk away afterward, but he would grab me on my shoulder. "What di-" I would quickly elbow him in the nose, making blood gush out. I would repeatedly send a kick to his face.
He was out fast, and I would walk out of the door-hearing whispers and mutters.
"Maybe after last night I've become colder?" I asked myself.
The day was over, and I headed home.
I would walk into my room, where I would put on my dress suit.
I would grab my hand gun as well, putting it in my waistband. Walking out the door, I would get on my bike and head to the business.
I would walk inside and head straight to the bosses' room. "Give me another job, Mr. Tudor," I asked him.
"Sheesh.. Kid your greedy, you're like an avarice, but fine here goes your next job." He would lay down yet another picture of someone. "This time it might not be so easy." he said. "How much?" I asked. "100k.." He said.
"deal." I answered.
Grabbing the picture, I would leave the building, and bloggs would be outside waiting on me.
"Well kid, hop inside." I would get inside the car.
We would arrive at this big building, where many people would gather. A man walks through the crowd; it was the man in the picture.
I would get out of the car and walk into the crowd. Walking directly behind the man and hiding between people.
I'd see the man gripping the gun on his waist. I would pull my own gun out and put it to his back. "Stop moving." I implied. He felt a gun on his back. "Okay, just put the gun down." he asked. "Can't do that." I'd pull the trigger, shooting the man. The crowd would scream and run away; blending into the crowd, I did the same.
I would get inside the car and bloggs would drive off quickly.
Arriving at the business once again, I would inform Mr. Tudor that I had killed the man. He would give me a suitcase of $100 thousand dollars. "Thank you." I said, As I walked out of the door.
I would walk into this high-end shoe store; I would buy three pairs of nice sneakers. "Even I like nice shoes." I said. I would put on a pair of sneakers and leave the rest inside their shoe boxes.
Arriving home, I would surprise my sister and brother with their shoes. "WOAH! Brother! These are the Limited Edition Apex Mikes. Thanks you!" He would give me a big hug, as well as my sister would. "Thank you big brother!' My sister exclaimed.
"Where is mother?" I asked them. "Oh, she's at work." They told me. "Well, when she gets here, tell me, I got her a present as well." I said to them. "OO~KAY!" My brother said.
Time would pass quickly as night fell upon us; I'd fall asleep as quickly as I laid down.
My mother would walk in to me asleep on the couch, she would walk over to me and give me a kiss on the forehead. "Goodnight, my sweet boy." She said softly.
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