HOSTAGE

Chapter 1 - Boredom

Louis' pov

Blood. There was so much of it. It was all over the floor, the
walls and even the windows. This is the only part I don't like, the cleanup. Yes I could just shoot them and not have to deal with all this mess but where's the fun in that?

I don't have much time left before the cops turn up so I turn around to face the dickhead who took so fucking long to die. No I didn't need information from him, no he didn't hurt anyone I know. Usually I have some sort of motive, but this time I killed him because it's fun, I'm bored and it's fun. I cant be the only one who gets bored right?

Suddenly the sound of my phone ringing catches my attention and breaks me out of my thoughts.

"Hello?"

"Louis, they know it's you"

"What the fuc-"

The line goes dead. What the fuck was that? I don't have time for this, who the fuck knows it's me? How do they know I'm here? I need to get this fucking body out of here quickly. The boss doesn't know I sometimes kill people for no reason, and he doesn't need to know or i'll get into shit. He gives me targets and I kill them, sometimes I don't know why but I get the job done no questions asked.

"Police, open up!"

Shit.

Fuck the police.

I don't have time to clean this up, I'll just have to leave him. He's not worth my time anyway, no one is. Right now I just need to focus on getting out of here. All I can here is them trying to knock the door down. I walk over to the window and draw open the curtains. Luckily the window isn't locked but suddenly I hear footsteps right outside the door. Three cops burst in with their guns help up, they can't see me until they turn the corner. I take my chances and jump out. I hear them running towards the window above me and quickly hide behind the bush near me. I need to be more careful from now on, they've never got this close to me before.

Later that day

I arrive "home" and kick my boots off towards the kitchen door. This will never feel like home, nothing ever will. All my life I've been alone, I had parents, but not the caring ones. Sometimes I wonder if my childhood was different would I be "normal". There's no use in that, I am who I am and ill never change. I'll never love anyone, and I'll never feel loved. The closest I've had to friends were my classmates until they bullied me constantly. One boy didn't though, a boy called Liam. I will never forget him, he was nice to me and I thought that if we got closer we would be friends. But then he became like everyone else and hated me just because I was "different". I didn't want to be, i just didn't feel emotions like everyone else did.

I'll never know what love feels like, I don't need to know. Everyone dies in the end so what's the point. Sometimes I crave it, I wonder what it feels like to feel loved, to feel wanted and valid. But I'll never get that. Trust gets broken, just like hearts. I've been told many times I don't have a heart, but I do. I just choose not to care, caring is a disadvantage and love is a dangerous one.

I'm so fucking tired, I have another job tomorrow and this one is a real dickhead. He knows the leader of a drugs trafficking ring that is run by a lot of rapists. If I get to him, I get to the others and that could lead me to the most important man in the business. Once I kill him, hopefully my boss will lay back a bit. He's very persistent and even if I wanted to I could never get out of this situation. Once you are in the mafia, there's no way out unless you die or get killed. Both of those options don't affect me, so I don't really care. If I die I die, no one will be affected so why would it matter. Why should I care what happens to me when no one else does?