Born to Kill

Chapter 6

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Jackson screamed. It was loud, raspy-broken.

"Please! I'll give you whatever you want! I'll pay you twice what he's paying, just let me go," Jackson begged, almost crying.

Alexis ignored him.

The place was surround by the nightly whispers of the wind. Unknown sounds echoed around. There was a soft tapping of the sewers present. Dust particles flew around the area. It was cold and breezy. Random sounds popped from all directions. The honk of a car, the shout of a lady, the cry of a child, the sirens of police cars-they could be heard anywhere.

Alexis took out a blade, the rising moonlight reflecting on its edge. Jackson's eyes bulged. Alexis positioned herself over Jackson. She had already snapped his legs, with some difficulty, earlier. She went for his side. She instantly had the blade pierce through his side and as quick as it was in, it was out. Jackson screamed; his teeth gritted in pain. Alexis gave him a moment.

"Who are you?" Jackson asked, fear ruling his voice.

"I will be the death of you, Mr. Ascott," Alexis replied absent-mindedly.

"I can't die yet, y-you don't understand!" Jackson pleaded, wide-eyed, as he tried getting up and out of her restraint.

"Oh but I do, you see, no one is willing to pay me thousands of dollars just to kill someone, unless of course, he or she were to do something really stupid and bad. So, I believe, you, Mr. Ascott, have done some pretty nasty things in your life and so... karma," Alexis said smoothly as she gestured to the situation he was in right now while she played with her knife.

Time had passed and Alexis had successfully gotten Jackson on the ground with two broken legs, three deep stab wounds, one dislocated arm and multiple cuts and bruises all over his body. Jackson tried his best to squirm out of her body weight while pushing her away with what energy he had left. He used his good arm to push Alexis's face away. Alexis grunted. She responded to his so-called 'misbehavior' by throwing a vigorous punch straight to his face. He held his nose, blood pouring down in a stream.

Blood. Blood. Blood. The cuts and wounds cried blood. Jackson was beginning to loose his consciousness. Alexis, trying to keep him awake, slit his torso. His skin visibly ripped apart with the touch of the blade. It was all pain and hurt. The blood did not fail to drool out. His clothes were soaking with blood and his skin was painted red.

He let out cries and screams of hopelessness, anguish, and despair. He couldn't process the idea of dying and by the hands of a woman, no less. The pain was burning and oppressing to his entire being. It seemed like there would be no end to this. His mind did not fail to think about his wife and children or the regrets he filled his life with.

"You know, I see it in your eyes, the regret, destruction, depression...it's amazing how much someone's eyes can reveal-if only people look. So, I'll end it for you," Alexis said as she pulled back her blade to position herself. Jackson panicked.

"Wait! I-I know something you'd like to know," Jackson tried saying but his voice came out hoarse and frantic. He took Alexis's silence as a moment to continue.

"The gangs, they-they know about you and they're looking for you, I-I have all the information they need-y-you can have it, if-" Alexis stopped him there by pointing the tip of the knife below his chin.

"You're a statistician, so you know statistics, right? Well, did you know that about 78% of total homicide victims are male? And about 94% of homicides are gang-related? I guess you're part of that percentage then," Alexis shrugged with the most mundane of expressions.