I woke up. Light was peeping through the Venetian blinds, I squint my eyes and look around the room. I have a massive headache, my head was throbbing like crazy.
I recognize this house, this was PJ's. He probably brought me home after passing out last night. Everything from last night was a blur.
I heard the door creek. "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty." It was Chris. He dashed something to the bed. "That's a G19 just for you."
I looked at the object. It was a pistol. Oh no, I remembered the task Gerard gave me. I searched my pockets to look for it. I had to kill this man or else I'll be killed.
"Welcome to the club, mate!" Chris clapped.
"Why did you recommend me to him?! Now I have no choice!" I raged.
"Easy, easy. You actually have a choice: it's to kill or be killed, and you chose to live. Great!"
"You bastard!" I yelled at Chris.
"Save your insults for later." He laughed, it was annoying as hell. "Good luck with your list." He gave me a pat on the back as he left the room.
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Fanfictioni never really wanted to kill anybody, but i don't want to be killed. tw; mature content, violence, sexual content, profanity »short chapters«
