The Killer

Two

Chapter 2

"Were going out tonight. You are going to kill two people. Got it?" Zoden states, walking into my room. I live with him in his mansion, and my room is about the size of my old house when I was three.

I'm laying on my bed my elbows propping me up so I'm facing Zoden. "Okay." I say, getting up and putting on my leather jacket. I grab my black boots from the corner of my room, and I slip them on and tie them.

"So thats your signature look, I reckon?" Zoden says walking towards me smirking. "The whole bad boy look? Leather jacket, skinny jeans, quaffed hair?" He asks smiling. I nod.

"Yep." I pop the 'p'. He watches as I put on my boots, and comb my brown hair back into a quaff.

"Were leaving at sundown." Is the last thing he says before he leaves my room. I sigh, and lay back down on my bed and wait.

Finally, sundown arrives. I'm in the training room punching the heaviest punching bag. I don't look super strong—I mean I am ripped—but I am really strong. About 6 foot 2. And a lot stronger than I look. I throw a hard punch at the bag, and it rips off the metal chains and hits the ground with a big thud.

"Well, well." I hear Zoden say. I turn around and see him walking through the doors of the training building. "Ready for tonight, are we lad?" He says walking towards me. His hair is freshly combed and parted to the side, and he has on just a simple black t-shirt, and jeans. I nod.

"Yes." I take off my punching gloves, and drop them down on the ground.

"Alright, I'm going to tell you what you are to do tonight, ready?" He asks stepping closer to me. I wipe the sweat off of my face with my shirt, and nod.

"I'm ready." I say staring into his eyes. He clears his throat, and looks deeply into my brown eyes.

"As I said earlier, you are to kill three people, and three people only. After you are done, you are going to set the bodies on fire, and hide them. Don't let anyone see, you hear?" He says with a serious tone. I feel my brain processing his words, and I feel myself nod. "Yes, sir."

"Good. If anyone is to see you killing these people, you are to kill them too. Any one of your choice, you may kill. But only three." He finishes patting my shoulder. His eyes quickly flash yellow, and I feel myself fading out of the trance. I nod, letting him know I understand his words.

Zoden tells me to head downtown to hunt this time. I grab my jacket, and slip it on, and head out. When I reach downtown, I head into a bar. I need a plan to lure someone in...

I spot a middle aged man in the back sitting alone, and I head towards him.

"Excuse me, sir?" I tap his shoulder. He turns around, and sets his drink down.

"Can I help you?" He asks.

"Yeah, actually," I say, I quickly glance at a wallet thats sitting on the counter, and I see his drivers license sticking out. It says Mark Lockwood. I clear my throat.

"Are you Mark Lockwood?" I ask. He looks at me confused, and slowly nods.

"Yeah, why? Who are you?" He asks standing up. I raise my hands in defense chuckling.

"Easy man, I was just told to come find a Mark Lockwood—"

"By who?" He asks starting to freak out.

"I don't know man. A young lady told me—she gave me a description of you, and said I could find you in here." I say. He furrows his brow, and looks around.

"Here, come with me I'll go see you to her. She's right this way." I say, motioning for him to follow. He follows me outside of the bar, and into a dark alley.

"She was right down here..." I say leading him further down. I stop when we reach the dead end of it.

"Um, who was trying to find me? And why would they be down here—" I turn around, and throw my fist at his cheek, hearing a crack.

He starts to fall to the ground, but I catch him, and pull out my knife. I pause for a second, starting to hesitate. Thats weird...what the heck is wrong with me? I force myself to jab the knife into his heart, and let him fall to the ground. I look at stare at him, and squint my eyes. I see a light in his pocket glowing, and I reach in it and pull out his phone. I look at the screen. Someone is trying to call him. It says Lisa. I sigh and chuck the phone at the concrete wall that forms the alley. I look at him one last time, and pull out a match box. I strike the match and watch it as it glows. I feel my mind start to race, all the sudden. My mind starts filling up with images of all the people I have killed. I shake it away, and drop the match on him, and watch him start to catch with flames. I feel nothing.

I look up and see a dark figure walking past the alley. I mutter a curse word under my breath when I see it stop, and start down the alley.

"Hey! Whats going on down there?" The voice shouts. I look around, but realize theres no place to hide.

The figure reaches me, and stares down at the body, in flames. I see a faint glow of the persons face. It's a teenage boy, probably about 14 or 15. I gulp.

"You are one idiot." I say to him as his jaw drops looking at the body in front of him.

"Dude, what the heck is wrong with you? Did you do that?" He asks looking up at me, disgust in his face.

I chuckle. "Yep." I say plainly. "Now I gotta do it to you to, kid." I say coming at him. He tries to scream and run, but I grab him in a neck hold before he can make a noise. He struggles in my grip for a minute, until finally he stops. He stops moving, and he stops breathing. I drop him to the ground as well, right on top of the man, and he catches in flames too. I walk over to the dumpster bin in the corner of the alley, and open it. The smell makes me gag a little, but I find what I need. A giant trash bag. I empty whats inside of it, and bring it over to the bodies once the flame has died down. I reach in my pocket, and put on my leather gloves. I pick up each of the bodies, and put them in the bag, and tie it up. The smell is disgusting.

I sigh as I toss the body bag in the dumpster bin.

Two down, one to go.