Pov: ???
If there's something I learned during my life of killing, is that most of people consider you dead, in the moment you do not move anymore and stops breathing.
And my plan revolves around this.
But for this to work, I need to know what they do with the dead bodies.
I look at the soldier, and decided that he was the one who will tell me exactly that.
???: " So. What will happen to my body after this? "
He stumbles hearing me, and contemplates whether he should tell me the truth or not...
???: " Death will come after me. with or without this information. At last, I want to know where my body will be placed... "
His eyes widened for a second, before going back to te normal. He takes a big breath, and says.
Soldier: " Normally... normally we just throw all the bodies in the dumpster at the back of the arena. before we round them all up and take them to the incinerator on the other side of the town. "
So, I have a certain amount of time to escape... Good to know, but not enough.
???: " Incinerator? For just a pile of corpses? "
Soldier: " isn't just a ' pile ' of corpses. It's a mountain of them. It's so much, that we have to clean the dumpster from time to time... "
So, they clear the place from time to time... Good to know.
???: " And why you do this? Kill people I mean. "
Soldier: " isn't a choice... But a necessity. When you see the things I see... You can't look at the world around you with the same eyes anymore. Not that the boss will let you anyway. "
So, the one controlling everything from behind, keeps his subordinates on a tight leash... Good for business, but bad for the morale.
Soldier: " and you... You are out of luck... Because the boss will be there today, so he probably won't let you walk away from that fight alive. Since you know... It's bad for business. "
Hm... A piece of bad news, but information nevertheless.
I think I have everything I need... It's time.
Soldier: " let's go... The fight it's about to begin. "
???: " Ok. "
Soldier: " it was good... To know you. Even if was for a short amount of time. "
???: " It was nice to meet you too. "
With this, we both started to walking again, but this time, we didn't speak with each other, knowing that there's nothing left to talk...
Pov: Soldier
Yeah, I didn't like this. Not by a long shot.
This guy really didn't deserve to die... From what I see, he just got a really bad hand at life... And accepted in silence.
And really, who the fuck kills someone, just because he doesn't want to go to the bed with you?
Just... Look at this guy, he's already broken, and don't even want to live anymore. Why do this to him? He's basically a dead man walking.
Seriously... Why the hack did you do this boss? Isn't this guy supposed to be your friend?!
Fuck... What's up with this fucked up world?
I seriously... Hate my job.
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The Hitman.
FanfictionDeath. many fear it, and hope to never die... but me? no... in fact, when I was about to die, it was only time in my life that I was genuinely... happy. no more killing, no more suffering.... but fate isn't done with me yet... and, unfortunately, I...