Nefarious

20

this is the second chap of the double update so if you haven't, please read chap 19 first!

Natasha's P.O.V.

You know some moments in life when you're like, "why do I even exist?"

Yep. I was having that moment right about now.

"Fucking hell. Shit. Fuck. Fuck." I murmured underneath my breath as I retracted my phone in hopes that nobody noticed that flash and thought it was a raccoon. Hopefully, they were dumb enough to think that a racoon flashed in the dark.

"Please." I thought to myself with my back up against the tree. I had no idea for what I was saying please for, but we all ask and long for things we don't know what for. Right?

Fortunately, my hopes of them thinking it's a raccoon became true as I heard dead silence at first, which almost made me shit my pants right there, but soon enough, the manly voices continued.

Just as I could return to film this, I heard a gunshot which startled me.

And then more. And a couple more.

Oh shit.

I peeked from behind the tree to see those two men dragging bodies here and there, coated in blood head to toe.

One of the men was signalling the other man to hurry up and whisper-shouted at him to be more quicker and swift with his motions.

I saw both the men dumping the all the men's bodies behind a nearby bush as they made their way back to the truck.

One of the men shut the door of the truck and signalled the driver to move as he banged on it with his palm.

Soon, I saw both of them head towards a small house nearby and close the door shut behind them.

Where the fuck did that house come from? Why is there even a random ass house in the middle of fucking nowhere? I questioned myself, but reminded myself to stay focused in the task on hand.

I took this opportunity to make my way up to all the dead men to take pictures and show my dad the evidence I came here for in the first place.

I quickly jogged up to the place they were all propped up and took a picture. Jesus, so many dead people. This was more horrifying up close than from far away.

I started scrolling through the pictures when suddenly, I felt someone grab my ankle.

"Fucking shit!" I screamed a little too loud when I realised it was the man who was beaten black and blue.

"Help. Please." he groaned in a hoarse voice, the life drained from his eyes. His skin was pale, his eyes swollen and blood dripped down from his head.

He wore a grey suit with a pink tie and cufflinks, which screamed "I wipe my shit with 100 dollar bills". He was almost bald, only the sides of his head had some hair, which were red, courtesy to the blood.

I leaned down to further examine his injuries but he was far too gone for me to save him and decided it was best I put him out of this misery instead.

I mouthed a "sorry" and he nodded in acknowledgment. He knew he was about to die, and I was just quickening the process. At least that's what I told myself. I saw him shut his eyes and gulped before mouthing a couple words I couldn't make out.

Thankfully, I had got my silencer with me and I shot the poor man in his chest as I saw the last of his life escape from his body. His lifeless body fell in front of me as I tried my best to get the image out of my mind.