Instant Delivery

Right At Your Service

A bike stopped at the security booth to be checked up. Soon someone walked out from the booth to the bike.

" ID, sir?" The security asked.

The person nodded and gave it to him. The security guy was eyeing the person, this person seemed quite different from any other delivery people he ever met. They wore a black helmet and it made it harder for him to look at their face.

"Delivering a food to someone?" He asked with a smile on his face. He gave the person their ID back and backed away a few steps for them to continue their job. The person chuckled.

"Yea, a special delivery," said them and continued to go to their customer's house. After like 5 minutes, he arrived at the house. It was a bit isolated from other houses but it wouldn't be a problem. He made his way to the front door and pressed the button. The door instantly opened and revealed a slender lady. She looked like she was around 30 and a drug addict.

"Who are you...?" She asked with a stern voice and arms crossed. However,the person ignored her and went to the case at the back of their bike.They removed their helmet and wore a black glasses. They then went back to the customer.

"I'm here because cleaning is our priority," said the person with a warm smile. After hearing the words, the woman let them to enter the house and lead the way to the kitchen. She pointed to the place and watched the person to do their work.

"My, look at all this blood. Are you sure you want to watch, ma'am? It'll be too nasty for your like," the person chuckled while looking for the right tool in the bag. "Y-yes, I'll manage. Why are you wearing that black glasses? I want to see how a guy like you work,"she was trying to seduce him and he didn't like that. His smile dropped and decided to ignore the lady. He wore gloves and took out a butcher knife. He then checked if it was sharp enough for him. The lady gulped when she saw the knife. It looked so sharp that it could slice something with ease.

He got near the dead body and started chopping. Blood splatter everywhere, on his clothes, the kitchen drawers and his face. He finished his job fast and sighed. "There you go, now for the cleaning," he took out a black plastic bag and put the chopped bodies in it including the gloves. He made sure that it wasn't too big or it wouldn't fit in the case. "Can you bring the mop for me, ma'am?" She nodded and did as told. She grabbed the mop from her basement and gave it to him. He mopped the area with blood and dipped the mop into the water then repeated the same steps again. After that he used a cloth to wipe the blood from the counter and the drawers. Once done, he took out a chemical bottle and used it to clean the place for the second time.

"W-what is that bottle...?" The lady covered her nose from the strong smell coming out from it. "Oh this?This is just Hydrogen peroxide," He kept cleaning until he felt satisfied with it. He sprayed the whole kitchen with luminal and turned off the lights. He used the black light and examined the whole kitchen again. "Alright, all clean!" He turned on the lights again and turned to face the lady. "Can I use your backyard, ma'am?" She slowly nodded. He took his bag with him and made his way out to the backyard. It was a relief the lady stayed far away from anyone or they might saw him all bloody. He looked for the watering pipe and turned it on once he found it. He used the water to clean his face and anything that got the blood on it precisely. He also used the same method in the kitchen to his equipments. After that, he took out another plastic bag and removed his outfits. He put them into the bag and wore a new but same outfit. Once done he turned off the water source and went back to the kitchen.

"It is nice working with you, ma'am. I just hope you won't murder another new boyfriend next time,"the lady was taken back by his words. How did he know? She decided to ignore it and handed him the payment. "Then I'll call you again," the person chuckled.

"No," he picked up his tool bag and slung it on his shoulder. The lady was in puzzlement. Why not? "W-why? ISN'T THAT YOUR JOB?" This time she raised her voice, probably the effects of the drugs. "Because I only do my job when I think it's necessary. I'm not your personal body disposer.... ma'am," he glared at her under his glasses and went to the case at his bike. He opened it and put a plastic bag in it so the blood wouldn't get on the case. He put on new gloves and picked up the plastic bags then put them into the case. He removed the gloves into the plastic bag, tied it and closed the case.

"And remember our policy, ma'am. Not a single word about this....," She gulped and quickly nodded her head. He removed his glasses then put on his helmet back and took off. He stopped at the same security booth for another check-up and went through the same thing. "Took you long enough,sir. Did something happen...?" The security felt like something was off. Why would it take so long for a delivery person to deliver something? "Ah yes, I couldn't find the house earlier and turned out the house was quite deep inside too," he laughed and the security joined him. That should make sense because the neighborhood was pretty huge too. He let him to exit and so he took off once again. The guy was working with a popular delivery service too so he shouldn't be too suspicious about him. Little did he know.... the delivery guy was on his way to dispose a dead body, chopped parts to be exact.