Death's Bitter Embrace (#Wattys2015)

Act II, Chapter II: Occupation Please

The Boss was tall, slender and extremely intimidating, he spoke in a harsh tone, followed by a compassionate tone, he was a very peculiar man. "What was this? Why was he treating me like this? Why did everyone wear suits?" I asked in my mind, the last question standing out like a rose in the middle of a cornfield.

"So... You want me to take a job in which I have no idea what I am doing because you won't fucking tell me? Is that correct?" I say through gritted teeth, my fiery side coming to life before his eyes, he just laughed, grinned and replied with a inviting tone.

"Good my boy, though you will need to save your anger, for the task that awaits." He waits for a reply, I don't give him the satisfaction, seeing how far I could push him. I like to know how far I can push someone before I break them.

"The task of course, is what you do best." He says once again inviting a response from me, and once again I shoot his request down. "What I do best? What I do best? What do I do best? Killing? But how could he know?" All these questions are flowing through my head-eventually giving me a headache.

He throws a massive file at me-I wasn't paying close attention, just looking around at all the ornaments that could have easily cost millions-the file hit me straight in the face, I scramble to gather my thoughts, and the files as they drop to the floor with a loud thud.

It was a brief, a target, he knew that I was a killer, he knew. The file assigned me a team, I don't work well with people, I work better solo.

"This is your first target, you and your team will-"

"I am not doing this, I can't do this, I don't kill." Rudely interrupting him, I lied, trying to poker face my way out of this. He couldn't call my bluff now-No one has called my bluff when I lie, no one.

"As I was saying before you included yourself in this one way conversation. You don't have a choice in what you do and don't do. You are the son of Toby Quill, the acclaimed mass murderer, you can't lie to me. You kill, you like killing, you kill for fun." He says his tone harsh, full of resentment

"Which would you rather, do what you love; kill? Or, I kill you on the spot right now?" He asks and then adds another remark.

"The second option sounds good, I am more than happy to comply with your choice." He snickers.

I decide to keep my life today, decide to make him happy, as I don't have a clue of what he is capable of. I am assigned with a team and given a brief, well, at least I found a new job, a job where I could do what I loved, kill.

They drive me home in the limo again, once again in complete silence, the two strange men who had driven me to The Boss's house had been replaced with another two, each had a black suit on.

I get home and switch on the T.V like it was second nature to me, I turn on the news and a breaking news bulletin is on, the anchor is saying something about multiple assassinations occuring in just a week. She mentions some genius that just leaked some information about something or rather-I wasn't paying much attention as I was lost, just thinking about the job I had just taken. How did he know that I killed? How?

The genius the news anchor was talking about, he was my next victim, he was the team's next victim.