Category : Stories

Sub Category : Drama

I just watched another one walk away from me and I swear I thought she'd be the one. She had nothing to live for really, so I thought it wouldn't matter so much if she wasn't "around" anymore, but there was something about her that just seemed too good to kill. That seems to be what I say about them all, though. Maybe I'm just not up for it. Maybe my leader was right, I don't have what it takes to be a part of his "group." According to him and all the leaders before him, you're not a member until you make your first kill. Seems about right, that's how it usually goes. The thing is, I have trained my whole life for this. I don't know why I seem unable to go through with it. I try again tomorrow, but tonight, I have to go explain my failure to the leader and I don't think he will be very happy with me. I see him throwing me in the dungeon again. That's where we go if we fail. We have to go through all years of our training in one night and it's a lot more excruciating than you could imagine. 
After a night of extreme torture, I go on to my next potential victim. The leader sends us all to certain spots where a lot of people gather so we have a large selection. He sent me to a subway station this time. I tend to choose the most pitiful, small human I can find. It seems the easiest, but it never really is. I found one female in particular to suit my fancy. She looked like someone who'd want to be put out of her misery. She had bruises all up her arms and legs and her hair was an utter mess. Unhygienic, it seemed. I walked up to her and gave her a sly, but charming smirk. She looked at me hesitantly, then looked down at her fidgeting hands. Of course I wasn't completely sure how to proceed, so I inadvertently made her tense up at the sound of my question, "What are your bruises from?" 
She was quiet for a moment before whispering, "Papa doesn't like when I talk back." 
And in that moment, I realized she was not going to be my first kill. 
I took her by the hand and told her I could help her. Of course, she looked a little shaken, but not as much as she would when she found out how I intended to help. 
I walked her where no one would hear us talking and asked her if she would be happier if he were gone. The question must have intrigued her because she looked up immediately with more light in her eyes then a moment before. 
"Take me to him and I can take care of it for you," I said presumptuously. 
She nodded and took me by the hand. For someone so small looking, she really seemed to know how to take charge. She took me to the smallest house I have ever seen.
She looked in my direction, but not entirely at me and said extra sternly, "Papa goes out back every night and stays there until really early morning. He's probably there now, but be careful. I have no idea what he does back there. I've always been too scared to ask or look," She paused for a moment and then made direct eye contact before asking, "Do you need anything to do it?" 
I pulled out my gun the leader had given me and shook my head. In the steps it took to get to the back of that tiny house, I had so many thoughts running through my head and my heart was beating faster than it ever had before because I knew this was it, this was going to be my first kill and you have no idea how nervous and excited that made me. When I got to the back of the house, I saw the old man sitting there in a lawn chair, chugging beers. A drunk, I should have known. It doesn't get more pitiful than an alcoholic who hits his daughter. I brought my gun up, pointing it at his head and with no hesitation, pulled the trigger and just like that, I had made my first kill. 
She must have heard the shot because when I turned around, there was the bruise covered girl, standing there with a full smile. She cackled before saying, "You know, papa never hit me unprovoked. I would've killed him myself, but your offer gave my conscience a free pass," She grinned before continuing, "However, I am going to have to kill you now." 
I was taken aback by this, but I was confident because she didn't know of my training. So, I brought my gun up, yet again and she did the same with a gun she held behind her back. I watched her finger on the trigger and as soon as she pulled it, I swung myself out of the way of the bullet and grabbed the gun out of her hand and threw it and mine. I then proceeded to grab the knife I kept in my pocket and slit her throat on the spot and that is how I made my second kill.