For an assassin, I was kind of young. Can you believe a 20-year old joining a group of assassins? I can. So far, I was in the group for 3 months and I'm not liking it. At first, getting a contact to kill seemed like an easy task, which it was, but as soon as I had to kill my first woman, the line had been crossed. From that point on, after killing a target, I kill any member of the assassins that are with me during my kill. And I leave no evidence behind. So far I've gotten 299 contacts. The woman I had to kill was my 9th. And from that number on, I started turning my back on the team. Killing them off one by one after killing each contact. The last straw was contact 23, a bully that went to an elementary school. Me and three other assassins disguised ourselves as teachers to tail the boy. When we reached him, I regrettably approached him and snapped his neck from behind, then I staged it like it was an accident. My partners then hightailed out of there, leaving me behind. After every kill, and this went for all 299 victims. I said a prayer before leaving the body.
'A shepherd I shall be
For Thee my Lord for Thee
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand
That my feet may swiftly carry out Thy command
So I shall flow a river forth onto Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be
In Nomine Patri
Et Fili
Spiritus Sancti.'
Now I got my 300th victim. Once I received it, I made a vow. I'm tired of eliminating the innocent. Once I finish this one off, I'm killing ever last assassin that I worked with.
My contact, a kid. Elementary school. And is currently in a hospital. I was with my partner who was also young, my age, I would say. He wears dark jeans, dark shoes, and a gray hoodie. The both of us stood at the entrance of the hospital. "Dude you need a haircut" he laughed as he patted my brown hair.
"I plan to" I laughed. My partner pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
"Ok, I'm going to roam around San Francisco" he said. "When you're done, meet me at the apartment where you killed that woman." He turned and left me at the hospital. As soon as he was far away, I pulled out a handgun and looked at it. I turned the safety on and put it away again. I entered the hospital and approached the waiting room. Before I went in, I pulled out a folded piece of paper and unfolded it. All I read was
'Kill Cole Phillips. He's in a hospital not far from here, room A-17'
I folded the piece of paper and stuffed it back in my pocket. I walked to an elevator and pressed the up button. While I waited for the elevator. A young man with straight black hair joined me. He wore a red polo shirt, brown pants, that hid his socks, and brown shoes. "Hey" he said.
"Hello" I responded.
"I'm Miles Phillips. Cole's brother."
"Cale McManus" I said with a smile as we shook hands. "Nice shirt" I commented.
"Thanks. It's for my brother. Always fascinated with the color red." You know what? Fuck them. I'm not going to kill this guy's younger brother, I'm going to befriend him. And it doesn't matter because whether or not the kid dies, I'm killing all the assassins that do nothing but kill the innocents. I'm done. The elevator bell dinged and the door opened. As the two of us walked down the hall, Miles noticed a gun sticking out of my pocket. I managed to catch sight of his reaction. "Shh" I said quietly. "I'm an undercover cop" I said. "I'm after a few assassins and this is so big for me, I can't risk showing my badge to anyone." The way I said this lie convinced Miles so much, he bought it. When we reached A-17, Miles knocked on the door. "Come in" a boy said. When we walked in, I saw a boy around six years old lying in a hospital bed. He had brown hair, and light brown eyes. He was also wearing a hospital gown.
"Hi Miles" the boy said.
"Hey Cole" his brother responded. "I encountered a cop and..." He turned to me and saw me mouth something while I was shaking my head. "Well he used to be a cop and is now a soldier."
"Why doesn't he have short hair like the others?" He asked.
"I can answer that" I said with a smile as I approached Cole. "My hair grew back and I'm planning to cut it short again." Cole started darting his eyes around me.
"Don't you like the color red?" He asked.
"Of course I like the color red" I answered. "Why do you ask?"
"If you like the color red, why don't you wear something that's red? All I see is grey and brown clothes." I laughed softly.
"Ok kiddo" I said as I patted his head. "I'll wear something red."
"And cut your hair short too! Like the guys in the military." I laughed at his request and so did Miles.
"Hey you know what, why don't we make a deal?" I asked.
"I love making deals!" Cole shouted.
"If you feel better, I'll take you to the barber shop and you can tell them how short you want my hair."
"But I'm coming along" Miles said. "I want to see what your haircut looks like in the end." Just then, there was a knock on the door and an elderly nurse entered the room. "Hello" she said as she rolled in a wheelchair. "We're going to run another test on your brother" she said with a smile.
"Oh ok" Miles said. The three of us helped move Cole from the hospital bed over to the wheelchair.
"Hey Cale, don't forget your promise" Cole said with a smile. "When we leave this hospital, I want you to get that haircut." The nurse, Miles and I laughed. "And from there we'll pick out red clothing for you."
"Get this rascal out of here" I said jokingly as I rubbed his head. Miles and I bid goodbye to Cole as the nurse wheeled him out. Miles sat on a chair and smiled at me. "How does it feel to be in the military?" He asked.
"Feels like hell, I'll tell you that" I answered. "Why?"
"I'm planning to join the military when I graduate college" he answered.
"What are you majoring in?" I asked him. Before he could answer, there was another knock on the door. "Come in" I said. A nurse stepped inside and she didn't look too happy.
"Which one of you is the oldest?" She asked.
"That's him..." Miles said pointing to me. I gave him a surprised look.
"Pretend you're our older brother" he whispered. I nodded and approached the nurse.
"Yes ma'am, what can I do for you?" I asked.
"Well you are aware of the accident, right?" She asked, her voice quivering a little.
"Uh no he isn't" Miles said, stepping in to defend me. "See he was out of the country for military purposes when it happened and he just got back I think 3 weeks ago." That's funny, 3 weeks ago I got back from Paris involving killing a mime lounging near the Eiffel Tower. Had him choke on a Madeleine cake. "So that makes me the one who knows about the accident. So what's the problem?"
"I'm afraid your brother won't be able to walk again. He's going to be a paraplegic for the rest of his life. I'm sorry." I could tell Miles is trying to hold back his tears.
"Is there anything you could do?" He asked.
"We looked over the x-rays many times. There is nothing we can do. When it's time for Cole to check out of the hospital, we'll provide you with a wheelchair."
"Thank you nurse" I said. The nurse nodded and left the room. Miles kicked a chair over.
"Damn it!" He yelled. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" I watched as the older brother threw a fit. He then let out a loud cry. "He's only in elementary school for God's sake! School just started for him, then on the weekend of his first week of school, some asshole driver rams into his bike and now he won't be able to walk anymore!" He put the chair right side up again and sat on it.
"Did you get a good look at the driver?"
"Why?" Miles asked.
"Because I'm going to make him pay. I'm going to make him pay for removing the ability to walk that once belonged to an elementary schoolboy. Who happened to be my brother." Yeah I said it. These two boys are like brothers to me.
"Mom and dad would be proud" Miles said.
"I'm sure they would" I said.
"Now. What can you tell me about this driver?"
Warehouse
A man wearing a leather jacket was lounging with a gang in a warehouse behind an alleyway. "Kids are stupid" the man laughed. "Always forget to look before they cross the street. And you know what? I'm glad I hit that kid. He needs to learn the importance of looking before crossing the street!"
"I hear you boss" another gangster said. The gangsters raised their beer bottles and clinked them together.
"To stupid kids" the Driver laughed.
Outside, a gangster with a bruised and bloodied face was leaning against a fence with a chain wrapped around his neck. Not too far from him, I was finishing off a gangster with a metal bat. His hands were duct taped behind his back and I was hitting him so hard, that I gave him a collapsed lung. After a final blow, the gangster fell dead. I tossed the metal bat aside and approached the door. I knocked on it a few times.
"What do you want?!" I heard a voice shout impatiently. I reached for the broken screwdriver on a crate. The door opened and a gangster started yelling. "Who the fuck are--ack!" I quickly slit his throat with the screwdriver then plunged the tool into the side of his neck. I pushed his limp, lifeless body and stepped into the warehouse. I closed the door shut, getting the gangsters attention.
"You've taken what was precious to my brother. Now I'm going to do the same to you" I said in a dark tone.
"Look dumbass" a gangster said. "There's five of us and..." I cut him off by switching off the main warehouse light, causing panic from the gangsters.
"Shut up!" The Driver yelled. "I can't think!" He approached the switch and flipped it on. He and his gangsters gasped in horror. The four approached the sight in front of them. One of their members was lying on the ground with the words. 'Come and find me' carved into his chest. A knife was plunged next to the 'E' so it looked like an exclamation mark. Ahead of them was an opened door. The gangsters grabbed their weapons (mostly used for melee). The Driver spat on the ground.
"I'm not going to let some college fucker scare me like this!" He yelled and charged for the door, with his gang hesitantly following close behind. They stepped into a hallway filled with shelves of junk. "Close the door" the Driver ordered. "That's his only way to get out of here" he snickered. One of the gangsters closed the door and locked it. "Split up!" he ordered. The four gangsters separated and walked around the very large storage room. A gangster that held a rust pipe began to look around frantically.
"Show yourself you son of a bitch!" He shouted.
"I'm over here" I whispered. The gangster turned around and began to breathe heavily. "This way!" I whispered again. The gangster turned around and began to run down the aise. "Boss?!" He called.
"Shut up! Find him!" The driver yelled. Suddenly, I clamped a hand over his eyes and the man screamed but I clamped a hand over his mouth. I had recently wet both my hands in hydrogen peroxide. While the man thrashed and screamed, the chemical started kicking in. I rolled my eyes and snapped his neck. I grabbed a cloth, wiped the chemical off my hands, and stuffed the cloth into his mouth. I left the lifeless body and continued my hunt.
Another gangster, this one wielded a crowbar was walking down an aisle, occasionally turning around and swinging it like a bat. Just then, he heard a scream. Running down the aisle, and taking a right, he saw that I was laying a gangster on the ground. I had stabbed him in the chest with a screwdriver. I turned my head and stared at the gangster menacingly. I drew my gun, switched off the safety, and fired the gun at him. "Found you!" A voice shouted. Turning my head, I saw the Driver charge at me with an ice pick. I shot him in the legs and arms. The Driver cried out and fell to the floor. I tucked the gun away and approached him.
"What are you going to do you piece of shit?" He challenged. "There's only one way out and it's locked!" He laughed.
"Then you're going to open it for me" I said darkly.
"The fuck I won't!" He shouted. "You're as fucking stupid as that kid I hit! I'm not opening the fucking door for you, you fucking got that?!"
"Yeah I fucking got that" I said. "But you don't have a choice..." I grabbed a grenade belt from a box and counted five of them. I then grabbed a few more from the boxes.
"No!" He gasped. "No! Please don't! Please!" He screamed as I clipped the belt around his neck.
"Not a choice" I said. I stuffed the grenades I picked out into my pocket and dragged the Driver over to the door, ignoring his screams.
"Give me a chance! Give me one more chance!" He yelled. I slammed his body against the door and punched him in the face.
"You hit an elementary school boy and didn't even bother to get out of the car and apologize!" I yelled.
"I panicked! All right?! I panicked!"
"Bullshit!" I shouted. The Driver sighed and rolled his eyes.
"All right" he said. "Fine. You got me. I didn't apologize. I hit the kid and drove off. He didn't bother to look before crossing the street. I hit him because I wanted him to learn what would happen if kids didn't cross the street. I'll be glad if he won't be able to walk. Lesson learned." "What are you doing?" He asked as I pulled down his fly. "Oh I get it, you're testing to see if I'm a homopho...." His eyes widened when I stuffed a grenade into his fly.
"Let me show you what happens when men like you do monstrous things to the innocent!" I shouted. I pulled the pin and quickly zipped up his fly. While the Driver screamed, I pulled the pins off the grenades from the belt. Then I pulled out the grenades from my pocket, pulled the pins off all of them, and scattered the grenades around his legs and hightailed to a safe spot. I covered my ears to block out the Driver's screams and eventually, an explosion came.
Hospital
When I arrived at the hospital, I saw Miles standing by the curb. "Did you get him?" He asked.
"Yeah" I answered as we both entered the hospital.
"Is he being questioned?" He asked.
"No. He was questioned."
"And you just let him get away?"
"No I killed him" I answered.
"What?!" Miles turned to me. "Cale, just because you're military, doesn't mean you get to kill!" I still refused to tell him who I really am.
"Look. I was going to turn him in, but his actions made me snap and I felt like he doesn't deserve to live."
"But Cale... What would Cole think if... No, what would mom and dad think?"
"Mom and dad are still alive?" I asked, shocked. "I thought they were dead" I said.
"No. Mom lives in an apartment somewhere down the block and dad has a part time job as a mime in Paris. Come on Cale, what will they think when--" there was a silenced gunshot. Miles let out a grunt of pain and leaned against me. Behind him were the remaining assassins.
"No!" I shouted.
"Yes Cale!" My boss shouted back. He raised his gun up and fired a few more silenced rounds into Miles's back. He grabbed the young man and threw his body aside. "You fucking disappointed me." He grabbed me by the back of my shirt and dragged me across the hall. "We are going to A-17 and we want to see you kill Cole Phillips!" When we reached the door, he pressed the gun against my head. "Open the door" he said. I opened the door and the two of us entered. My boss turned to the men and wore a ticked off look on his face. "Wait here" he said. He closed the door and handed me a silencer. "Put that on your gun" he ordered. As I did, I turned to him with a hated look on my face.
"Before I kill him, I just want to say something to him" I said.
"He's asleep you fucking excuse for an assassin. Oh all right, but make it quick before I shoot him myself." I leaned against Cole and whispered into his ear.
"I'll fulfill the promise you wanted. Goodbye my brother. You and Miles are now going to be with God. Along with mom and dad." I closed my eyes, aimed the gun at the small boy but hesitated. My boss pressed the gun against my head.
"Pull the fucking trigger" he said. Keeping my eyes shut, I pulled the trigger. "Again" he ordered. I pulled the trigger once more. "Empty that fucking gun!" I shut my eyes tight and did what he said. I purposely left one bullet in. "Good man" he said, patting me in the back. "We shall go back to the headquarters and drink" he said with a laugh. As he turned around, I glanced up at Cole. I crossed his arms across his chest and did the sign of the cross. I then left the room and walked down the hall with the assassins. I walked over to Miles and lifted him up. "What the fuck are you doing?" An assassin asked, following me into a room.
"Showing respect" I answered as I laid him on the hospital bed. I crossed Miles's arms across his chest and did the sign of the cross.
"Good, now can we go?" He asked.
"Yeah. I just have to take care of one thing." The assassin groaned. "What?" He asked impatiently.
"You." I turned to him and shot him in the head. I left the room and followed the last remaining assassins.