A Foggy Evening in Parañaque

A Foggy Evening: PART 1

It was a foggy night in Parañaque, cold, damp, and drizzling. Joseph was sent out on a task, to kill. You see, Joseph is a hitman, and gets paid to kill. But this job was not like any other. His job, was to kill. Just kill. The words that he was told were: "Until the fog clears, then you vanish without a trace." Joseph was a trained hitman, working 10 years as one. He was an expert with Rifles and Snipers. As he hung up the call, he took a deep breath, and mumbled to himself. "Okay, you've killed a lot of people before, what difference does this make?" He sighed heavily, and took his .50 out of his pocket. He reached into his other pocket, and found the suppressor. He looked around to make sure no one was near, as he attached it, reloaded the magazine, and set off. He didn't know who to kill, as he didn't like killing off innocents, but he sensed that this task was given to him for a reason. He put his .50 in his holster, and walked around the alleyways. A few minutes pass by, and he hears screams from an alley. Muffled screams.

"h-hel-help!" A woman exclaimed.

"Oh, shut up! No one's gonna hear you." Duct tape was heard as he kept walking closer.

"Boss, anong gagawin namin sa babae? Wala naman siyang jewels."

"Hahahahah, akala mo jewelry yung hinahanap ko?? Jokester ka ha. Hindi, sex slave to." Joseph crouched down a little bit to silence his footsteps. He reached the alleyway and peeked down. Two men were beating her unconsious, one even removing her clothes.

'Jeez, this country.' He pulled his gun from the holster and cocked it. 'Guess I gotta do what I gotta do.' He stood up slowly, aimed from the corner, and shot one guys head clean off.

"PUTA! BOSS, BOSS OKAY KA BA?" The co-worker exclaimed

"Patay siya, next ka din." He walked closer to the man. Joseph put the gun back in his holster, as he drew a knife from his back.

"GAGO KA!" the worker ran at him at full speed with a knife in his hand. Joseph smirked at him. As he got close to him, Joseph stepped on his shoe, grabbed his arm, extended it, and broke it in half. "PUTAAAAA!-" He pushed him against the wall at full speed, kneed his stomach, and stabbed him in the neck. His knife went straight through his neck, as the worker fell down, blood drizzling. Joseph bent down and removed the knife from his throat, then rushed to the woman. Thankfully, she wasn't very cut up. He broke the ties and removed the duct tape from her mouth.

"Wake up... WAKE UP!" She was knocked unconscious, but she had a pulse. Joseph called for an ambulance, then left the scene immediately.

'This country is fucked up.'

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GLOSSARY: PUTA: FUCK