Murderer of Rock Hill

The Third Death

It had been a few weeks after David got his money, so he decided to change his name. David wrote himself a note saying...

This month you are Will.

He left the note on his refrigerator. Will then left to watch the news. The doorbell rang. He got up and answered.
"Can I help you?" Will said after an awkward pause.
"Are you David?" the man at the door asked.
"No," Will replied, "Why, do you need something?"
"Yes," the man said, "I need David to eliminate a man by the name of Brian. He is a drug dealer. He deals to kids and no one likes him."
"Where can I find him?" Will enquired.
"Well, where is David?"
"He is no more. If you are looking for the Murderer of Rock Hill, that was David but now is Will."
"Who is will?" The man asked confused.
"Never mind the brain games, where can I find him?" Will was getting impatient now.
"He sells along the tracks everyday. Please, get rid of him."
"Okay." That was the only answer Will gave. He slammed the door. Will walked to the back window. He did see a man there everyday, he just thought it was a hobo. Nonetheless, he got his rifle and climbed on the roof. Will looked through the scope and saw the man handing a bad of weed to a kid. This small thing made Will mad. His dad had died because of a drug overdose. He had gotten hooked on it when he was 10. Will had a heart enough to keep kids from doing that.
He climbed down off of the roof and into his house. He got a 6 inch hunting knife from under his bed. He left out the back door towards the tracks.
When Will got to the train wreck, he saw the man there.
"Hey, ya want some weed. $5 a pound. It's the cheapest in town." The drug dealer smiled at him, showing disgusting teeth.
"Have fun with your weed," Will said as he came up behind the man. Will punched him in the face. Brian drew a gun and held it pointed at him.
"Haha, I win." said the drug dealer.
"NO YOU DON'T!" Will screamed as he flicked the huge hunting knife at the man. It stuck four inches into his chest.
"You won't get away with this."
"Try me," was Will's response as he kicked the man in the head. He heard the neck snap and ripped out the knife from the man's chest. Will turned and left, not wanting to see the man dead. This time, he felt, he had killed for the right cause. He didn't want money, yet.