My Sister, The Murderer

Chapter 3: Killer for hire

The town looks a whole lot smaller with a gun in your hand, but it still felt like forever growing from point A to point B. The gun weighed down my shoulders and made me lean forward a little, making myself look like an idiot walking through town. I stopped near the KFC window and noticed mum was still there! I thought about visiting her but then realised that I can't go walking into random shops with an illegal, high powered sniper rifle used in the army.

Wait... Why am I holding it in plain sight anyway?

So I called for the nearest can and drove back to my house on the outskirts of town. In the distance my house looks like a murder shed, but up close its not that bad! The tin and silver makeshift chandelier swung backwards and forwards, making a creaking sound as it did. If you look down a bit from the chandelier, at the entrance, you'll find the fireplace dad built before passing away. He used sandstone to line the edge and down the sides of the place, places glass panels to cover the bottom half of the fireplace so it didn't light the carpet on fire, and wood lining the outside and top of the sandstone. It was a well done job that was definitely worth the effort because it gave our cold, dead house a little meaning and character. The walls where black with drips of red paint making it look like trails of blood, my idea, and the floor was carpet with fake red stains all through it, also my idea, so it looked like a murder shed outside and an abandoned murder shed that's well looked after on the inside. My room was the furthest down the hall and a pain in the ass to get to. But once I made it into my room, I saw my cat laying there on my bed and the first thing I thought was 'Well shit, let's start target practice on you' and I think I said it a little too loud, because the next thing I heard was an unfamiliar voice. It said 'Don't hurt the kitty, if you want blood... Come and find me...' Which freaked me the hell out! I thrusted around as quickly as I could but didn't catch sight of anyone, that's when I heard the echo 'Please kill me...'
I don't know whether it was coming from the outside world or whether it was just in my head, bouncing around like a tortured thought that you just want to get rid of... Everywhere I went, the thought followed, 'Please kill me' it said over and over again until I finally snapped, grabbed my gun, turned around and shot towards a small hole in the wall, all in one swift motion. Blood seeped out of the hole, down the blood-stained wall, and onto the already blood-stained carpet. I looked in horror as the hole that was once small, now a little bit bigger, reveal the person who was provoking me. He was short and thin-looking with a smile that looked almost possessed on his face, you could see the hole in his lower neck and out the other side onto the now blood and gore-stained inner wall. The hole in this man was visible for about 4 seconds, and as he was sliding down, he broke his smile by whispering the two most haunting words I have ever heard in my entire life...

"Thank... You..." He whispered painfully, before disappearing out of view inside the wall. I was in a state of shock and after about 10 seconds of pure silence, I stumbled back and fell onto the floor, causing my gun to shoot once more in the rough direction of where the man had fallen inside the wall. The bullet hit the mans body and blood started seeping out of that hole as well as the first one. I passed out from the horrifying sight and when I regained my senses, I immediately thought that I should cover up the hole before anyone realises that there was a hole there in the first place. The paper, tissue paper, cardboard, plaster and then paint worked well to cover the holes, I was always good with my hands, but this was just impressive! I just stood there for a minute, admiring my handiwork before I realised what the time was. 5:45 and almost time for what would be dinner. I had a shower, the thought of the blood seeping wall still haunting me, and as soon as I dried myself off I got a text message...