The events that led up to this moment don't matter. And I wish there was an easier explanation as to why I do what I do. I wish it was as simple as my dad dying when I was 10. My mom having an addiction. My sister and I being ripped apart by the system. I wish it was that easy to blame it on the unfortunate events of my life. Yet the truth is, it feels good to be this bad. I've never shy'd away from a fight. The anger inside of me being unleashed every time I do something I shouldn't. The thrill of committing a crime and never getting caught. The excitement that comes with being a villain. You know, it's so much easier to be the good guy. You just DO the right thing. You just exist. But it takes hard work to be a villain and a good one at that. The thought process that goes into crime, the risks, the escape plan, the collateral damage, the purpose, the target, the stealth, the very little room for imperfection. One wrong move and it's all over. It gets tiring, constantly on the move.
I stand over his lifeless body huffing and puffing. Trying to catch my breath, I look down at the knife I'm clutching in my right hand. I look at myself in the reflection of the blade and notice the blood splatter all over my face. I giggle and use my left thumb to wipe off the blood from my bottom lip.
"I think you get crazier and crazier after each mission." Jason says. He rushes to the laptop on the desk and begins to type away like a mad man. He plugs in a flash drive and begins some form of decoding process.
"Crazy isn't the word I'd use, passionate maybe?" I respond wiping the knife on my dress. You may be thinking, what the hell is going on in this girls mind? Well let me explain myself.
The man I just killed, he was stealing from our team. So much money was taken from our accounts that I just wouldn't even know what he would really do with it. When we realized he was hacking into our accounts, we watched him. We saw him trafficking young women and children. Sick bastard. Now, the mission was just to get the proof, find the money, find out who hired him, and get the hell out. Murder? Murder wasn't in there, but come on. The kids? To me, murder was written in between the lines. You see? Being the bad guy isn't ALWAYS doing bad! It's not like I killed a saint. I did the world a favor and I'd still be prosecuted like a criminal. The world is fucked.
"Passion or not, Midas isn't gunna be happy about it" Jason pulls out the drive from the laptop and makes his way to the window. He uses his elbow to break the glass and shoots a hook into the ground. He takes a few steps back to get a running start and jumps out. I can hear the sound of the cord extending and eventually it stops, letting me know he made it to the ground.
"Show off." I say as I roll my eyes. I put the knife into my garder. I hover over the body. I slowly bend down to get one last look at the man, I don't always kill but when I do...I like to remember the face. Then I think of the things that they did to get themselves caught up in my path.
Anyone that's crossed my path hasn't had the greatest luck. I almost feel sorry for them. When you see me, you know that I'm the closest thing to hell. So trust me when I say, you never want to see me in the same room as you.
I take a deep breath and then suddenly, A light flashes me in the eyes. The color red. I immediately turn around to face the window and make a run for it. As I'm running I can hear the sound of the bullets flying behind me. I grab on to the wire Jason used to glide down the side of the building. My hands completely on fire because I don't have gloves on. I'm trying my best to hold on but I feel my hand turning raw from the friction. I let go out of impulse.
I thought I'd die in a much cooler way. Maybe in a massive shoot out, an explosion, a plane exploding mid air? But free falling off of the side of a building will have to do. I don't think of my past in this moment, isn't my life supposed to flash in front of my eyes? Instead I close my eyes and just smile as I prepare for impact. This world is cruel, and honestly I'd most likely have more fun in the afterlife.
