ANGEL

Thank You

"I'm so not sorry about what's gonna happen to you right now." I grabbed the guy's head as he pleaded, begged, bitch, and cry. Asking for forgiveness, telling me he has a family, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. Who gives a fuck? Not I, not me. Squeezing his head until it burst. I was now holding nothing but fragments of his brain and face. I stood there amazed at all the blood. I smirked to myself as I lifted my head up inhaling the smell of the bedroom.
This was an easy kill. You mean to tell me all I had to do was strangle his wife to death while she was in the kitchen cutting up vegetables. Poor kids? I just hit them with a dose of sleepiness.

I'm Duran, born in Michigan. I'm only 18. You wanna know how I started to be an assassin? For the PAO(Professional Assassin Organization) thing about it is, It's not alot of us but it's alot of us. Lucky 13. I just so happen to be chosen to be one of the youngest, most ruthless, and undeniable assassin of this organization. I do have a radar or target on my back whatever you wanna call it. I don't care, the government knows what's going on specially with the connections with other countries and that's when my time comes in.

"You need to do something fun for once besides killing kid." Mario said. While sitting back smoking his cigar. He knows I hate the smell of those things. I let out a sarcastic sigh followed by a laugh as a flop on the couch with my arms folded staring at the ceiling.

"You know this is all I know right?" I asked giving him a stern look. He just shook his head and chuckled. See, Mario is my handler. He recruited me when I was just 15. My childhood was eh, I stayed fighting but that was because I was constantly getting abused. The screams, the cries, the darkness, the loneliness.

"I know you like to have fun, I've seen have fun doing other things." He said. Smiling I glanced at the pound of weed sitting on my coffee table.

"Well I'm ready for another job. I'm getting very antsy." I said getting up and grabbing my weed supplies. Mario stood up with his broad shoulders, gripping the cigar with his teeth as he handed me an envelope. "Everything is on there, be safe Angel." Patting me on the back before walking out the door.

Admiring the information inside the envelope, I put it down and continued to roll my blunt.
"Canada here I come. Thank you Mario."