"Mankind must put an end to war before war puts an end to mankind."
John F. Kennedy/ the 35th president of United States of America
July 22, 1994
I woke up from the sound of my alarm clock, I didn't sleep good lately mainly because of my asshole neighbor who was yelling at his sister for not picking up any beer while coming home from work. He was really getting on my nerve, but I didn't want to get my ass kicked from a six foot ex-U.S marine.
I got up as I reached for my phone to find a text from my boss/friend Jacob
"Hey Frank, are you still able to come to work?"
I texted back saying I would, knowing where I work at, it might be too much for Jacob. So I gotten dressed and walked out from my apartment only to find my neighbor's sister, as I saw her, I felt worried as she had a bruised arm mark, probably from her brother.
"Hey Jessie, are you ok?" I asked as she tried to hide the mark
"I'm fine Franklin...." she replied as her brother came out of his apartment
"The Fuck do you want?" the brother asked me with an anger tone
"I was just asking if your sister's ok" I replied
"Why don't you fuck off, shitstain" he said as he walked to his car, his sister walked to her own car, I feel like a coward for not standing up against him.
I've drove my car to a local diner where I work with Jacob for the past couple of years. It wasn't that bad as pay was fine and the customers were friendly enough to serve. Although, I'm having trouble of finding a way for help my mother out for her financial problems, she'll say "Don't worry honey, I'm able to pay off the bills", but I'm not sure if she'll be able to pay off due to her company being shutdown by "The Green Leopards" corporation.
As I enter the diner, I found Jacob and the other co-worker named Ronald taking orders and serving the customers.
"Hey Frank, thanks for coming." Jacob said
"No problem Jacob, anything new?"
"Well your neighbor came here and complained about his sister." Jacob replied as he and Franklin were cleaning dishes
"Anyways, can you stay here until closing time? I need to pick up my kid from a party." Jacob asked Franklin as he sighed
"Sure" he replied
"Thanks man, I owe you one"
-10:53 pm-
It was almost closing time, as Franklin was waiting for the day to be over. There was no one in the diner with him, but he didn't mind because the area isn't that dangerous, until downtown which had American mafias taking over the crime ring.
The next moment however wish he didn't stayed for Jacob.
"Hey asshole, why don't you grab me a beer?" As Franklin noticed that his asshole neighbor came in
"We don't serve alcohol"
"Are you back talking to me?" he asked as I just ignored him and washed the dishes
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" The neighbor got louder as he decided to go over the counter
"Look, why don't you go back to seat and I...." I turned around as he punched my face, as I fell down as he started to punch me repeatedly in the face.
"WHAT'S THE MATTER? CAN'T FIGHT LIKE A MAN?" He yelled
As he kept hitting me, I grabbed a frying pan that I've dropped when he attack me. I hit with him as he fell down to ground in pain, I need to think quick as I looked around for a weapon just to scare him off, I found a meat cleaver, as I grabbed the cleaver, the psychopath got up and started to laugh.
"Really? Do you think that you could actually kill me?" He said as he grabbed a nearby knife "Do you even know how to use a blade?" He stated as he sprinted with the knife only for me to dodged his attack as I hit his head with the cleaver. As I hit him on the head, blood came through the open wound, then I realized that I fucked up big time. His body hit the ground without hesitation, I stood there for seconds trying to find a way to hide the body.
Then it hit me, I have to cut his body into pieces. As I started with his left arm, I could see the blood and flesh, I ran towards the kitchen sink and let go of my vomit, from the disgust of what I've done. After an hour of chopping the body, cleaning the blood stains, and putting the body in different garbage bags and getting rid of the bags at the local dump.
I headed home feeling sick for what happened, it felt....good, I felt good for what I've done. Have I gone mad? What kind of psychopath enjoys this shit? A monster, that's who.
July 23, 1994
6:24 Am
I woke up feeling horrible, I didn't slept that much for what was going in my head. I could remembered of how I killed him, just a hit on the head, so much blood, and the pain of fear. I got up to hear my door bell, I wasn't expecting anyone, but I was in fear if it would Jessie or the police. I looked through my eyehole to see that nobody was there, but a package on the ground.
As I opened the package, I've found a VHS tape labeled "Welcome to the family" and another box labeled "Work clothes"
I didn't knew who the family was, as I was thinking about the family, I put the tape in my VHS and watch the tape
"Hello Mr. Westwood, recently we found out that you've murder one of our ex-hitman last night"
My blood dropped at that point, how the hell did they found out last night
"We have been trying to kill off Huston for what he did towards one of our members, for your action, we would like to hire you to replace Huston."
Wait...what....no...I can't do that shit again, I can't forgive myself for what I did, I got up to get rid of the tape until they drop the blackmail card.
"If you don't agree with our terms, we will kill your loved ones, Mary Westwood, Jacob farmer, Joey queens and Debra Coles."
I stopped in my track, how the fuck did they know about them? What kind of fuck up assholes am I dealing with?
"In the box inside the package, there's your uniform for your first job tonight. Your destination is at 43 Inkwell street Toronto, at 1:00 am, there will be a man with a folder that we require, your task is to gather it and drop it off at 111 Saint falls Street at 5:00am, do not disappoint us Franklin. Have Fun."
The tape ended as I went to the box in the package, I've opened it to find a eyeball mask and a white coloured two-piece suit with white dress shoes and a combat knife.
What did I got myself into?
End of Act zero
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