Precision

chapter 3

By now you probably wonder why I only killed whores, druggies, and gangs. If you think it's because I want to clean the streets better than the cops, then at one point you'd be correct. That was before I killed my tenth  person. The cops weren't doing their jobs, most of them corrupt, they were letting the wicked free and innocent suffer, but after that gang boss I took out I realized I was no longer killing for the good of man. I was killing because I enjoy watching the reactions. I kept killing hookers, druggies, and gang members because they have no one care wether they die or not. It's a lot easier to get away with it when they don't have someone to keep their case going. The dumb shit I pulled a month ago screwed that up. Now I have a clean woman's death on my hands and the little shit that almost got away locked in my basement. What the hell am I going to do with him? He's been here a month and yet I still haven't killed him. To be honest I liked kidnapping him, no not kidnapping, stealing. Yeah I liked stealing him, and I'd do it again. I'm glad I fixed the basement to chain more than seven people up. Guess I'm keeping the kid, now I need another to keep him company.

Before leaving for work I went down and gave the pest his food for the day, I was sure to stay in the shadows as to avoid him seeing my face. He took the food with aggression, scarfing it down just as quick. "I'm bringing a friend for you tonight. Any choices?" I asked in a growly voice. I didn't get a response. "Okay, maybe your sister will do?" I smirked to myself when I saw the anger and horror in his features "or perhaps that lovely little friend of yours, wasn't her name loren or something?"
"You leave her the fuck alone! You touch her and I will kill you in ways you can't even think of!" he shouted finally giving in to my idea. "Oh trust me boy, I've thought of them all." I finished stepping out of the room. The girlfriend it is.

My work sucks. I sit at a desk all day taking orders from a dumb fuck. He has absolutely no idea what he's doing, constantly screwing everyone else's life. I can't just kill him though. He wants to die, he has personal bodyguards who makes sure he wont attempt to kill himself. No killing him wouldn't accomplish anything. Though now that I think about it he has a daughter about twelve now, he absolutely gos nuts over her. How did I not think of that earlier. Sorry loren looks like I've got a new target tonight.

Jeremiah lives on a quiet little farm. So this makes my job a lot easier. After work I followed him home, and waited till him and his wife left for their weekly dinner date. Slipping in was easy, but finding the kid was becoming a challenge. I searched half the house already, yet no sign of her. For the twelfth time I opened yet another door. Behind it a set of stairs led down, and I could hear the faint sound of a television, please be down here. I crept down, looking for movement. I was seven steps from the bottom when I saw the shadow of her head on the couch. I reached for my pocket and grabbed the syringe, creeping up to the couch I plunged the needle into her neck. She struggled at first, but after a minute she was calm and knocked out. You don't know struggle until you've had to cary dead weight up stairs then across ten acres of hills.

Once in the car it was simple. No one would suspect I was stealing her, she looked like she were my kid asleep in the back. She was still unconscious when we entered the house. The boy woke up when he heard me rustling with the chains across from him. "Who is she?" he asked in a tired voice. "She is your new companion." I answered rather irritated that he thinks I'd tell him who she really is. "Why are you doing this, asshole!" he shouted, yanking the chains on his wrist. He was really beginning to piss me off, I turned around and quick enough so he couldn't see my face slammed my fist into his abdomen. "For the sheer fun of it" I whispered in his ear as he heaved for breath. Stepping back I chuckled at the fear placed in his eyes.

A/N
Hey sorry it took so long. I'm just lazy and didn't feel like writing at the moment. Vote and comment, and if you have a problem with the story let me know and I will attempt to care and fix it.
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