Short Stories

Deadly Poker

    I looked myself over in the mirror, black skinny jeans, black hoodie, gloves, black combat boots, and a black mask. I'm Amanda, average student, chocolate colored hair, porcelain skin, and grey eyes. I sucked in a breath. Tonight I had to break into someone's houses and murder them. I didn't know who though. I had accidentally gotten involved with some shady people when I started a game of illegal poker. I didn't know this but we were bargaining life for a life. Either I had to kill someone for them or they would kill someone for me. I had lost, and if I didn't kill the person they would murder my whole family in front of me. I knew something bad would happen because I have an addiction to gambling.

   My phone chimed and I picked it up. It was a blocked number and the coordinates to the house. It also described the person, male, 6 foot, brown hair. It said I must do whatever necessary  to kill the target, and it must be done by six in the morning. They didn't give me a name and I was grateful for that. I silently kept past my two younger siblings bedrooms and my parents bedroom. I grabbed my fathers military issue knife that he kept by the door and slipped silently out of the house. 

   When I arrived at the house all was silent and all I could hear was my boots crunching rocks underneath me. I strapped the blade to my hip and pulled my hoodie over it to hide it. I went around the house and picked the lock to the back door. I carefully stepped inside. I peered around the corner, as I had entered in the kitchen. The front room had a few couches and a flat screen TV with various decorations around the dark room. I stepped onto the carpeted stairs that led into a hallway, probably to the bedrooms as I heard snoring coming from upstairs. 

   I peered into the first room. Bathroom. I crept silently to the doorway of the next one. It was a office. Last room. I looked in. There was a large bed and a large snoring lump in the middle of it. My stomach churned and I felt like I had the flu. I was sweating, my throat burned, and my stomach was doing flip flops. I promised myself I would never gamble again. I slowly pulled out the knife, making no noise. I carefully stepped towards the bed. I was shaking and I felt my face flush. The mans slept on, oblivious to the nearing soon to be murderer.

    When I was finally close enough, I stopped to think. I had come to the conclusion that I had to do this. I loved my family and I didn't want them to die. The man rolled over in his sleep. I froze, holding my breath. He was waking up. My heart was racing. Now or never I told myself. I lifted the blade over my head. I was going to pierce his neck. 

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    His eyes snapped open and he rolled to the side and I stabbed a pillow. He jumped out of bed wearing nothing but shorts. He grabbed something from his side table and threw it at me. I dodged, I had to kill him now. I launched myself at him. He pushed me aside and I stabbed at his arm. He yelled and clutched his arm. He clenched his teeth and grabbed for me. I slashed at his hand. His eyes flicked to his closet. He was gonna run for it, for all I know he had a gun in there. 

   He ran and I launched myself at his legs, causing him to fall. I pressed my foot into his throat and he clawed at my boots, struggling for air. He finally was able to rake a nail across my calf, drawing blood. I hissed and lifted my foot. He tried to get up quickly, but failed as I kicked him down. Panic flashed in his eyes as I brought my blade up. The blade slashed through his soft skin, slicing through his windpipe. He made a choking sound. Tears welled in his eyes as he grabbed at his torn throat. 

   The warm liquid dripped from my blade. I was heaving. I flicked the blood onto the white carpet. Then reality hit me. I had killed someone. I choked and tears jumped to my eyes. I couldn't leave any trace of me here. I felt like puking. He choked as he struggled to breath, his blood filling his lungs. The carpet was stained red around him. I was shaking from the energy and terror. I felt weak as I wiped all traces of the mans blood on the carpet from my boots.

  I ran home and quickly changed out of those clothes and cleaned the knife. I grabbed my phone and texted the blocked number telling them it was done. They simply replied back saying if it was done, they were done with me. I was glad. 

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    As I was eating breakfast my father made a comment on how the police still couldn't find who had murdered the man in his home that night. It had been all over the news and newspapers. They never really looked to hard because they knew he was involved with some Mafia stuff, he didn't have any family, and they couldn't find a motive from anyone but the Mafia. From then on, I was the best hit woman the poker people had.

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Hello everyone! Hope you are enjoying the chapters, don't forget to vote and comment! Got any ideas, comment and maybe I'll make them into a story. I decided not to kill the main character, even though I could have, I've done plenty of main character killing lately. Remember narwhals are awesome, unicorns poop rainbows, and kittens are soft!