Toy Soldiers

Prologue

Unsure of what to do with my time, I find myself pacing back and forth outside of the poor girl's house. She never asked for any of this, I don't understand why it's got to be her. But, he's fascinated by her. Her innocence, he tells me, is intriguing. And for the wanted criminal, that was pretty intriguing in its own.

Nobody has ever asked to be his target, most are terrified of him. Others, will be. But I'm not one of those people, I work for the guy, he confides in me. If only he was like in the movies, if only he could have changed. His second-to-last girl that he had, Natalie, he fell in love with her. But not even love would change the guy -- he just ended up killing her like he does with the rest. And I pretended not to hear the screams, I pretended to have no clue, like I always do. And what's so wrong with that?

In today's society, there are few people who should survive. All we're doing is killing off the rest, trying to figure out what makes them so different from people who should survive, people like us. We haven't been able to find a way to save them, so we just do them the favor of killing them. Quick and easy deaths, rather than the torture they'll go through when they fail.

Before I realize, half an hour had passed, and people had started to give me looks. I wasn't doing such a great job at covering up, so I probably looked like a serial killer -- which I'm not. Never have been, never will be. 

Finally having enough of getting looks, I make my way into her house, using the key that Liam gave me. I don't know how he gets his hands on them, but I've learned that it's better to just not question his ways. When the girl notices me, she's on the couch watching a movie, with popcorn and a drink in a glass. I just laugh at her as she tries to run in the other direction, but trips over her own two feet. And she thinks she's so innocent. 

After a second, I lift her up off the ground and sit her down on the couch again. I like to have a bit of fun with my victims before I deliver them to him, it's more satisfying that way. But I'd never kill any of them. I don't understand why people think that I'm so crazy when all I'm doing is driving a car.

She struggles in my grasp, crying and pleading for her life. I look into her eyes, confused. Why would she think I'd kill her? Only Liam kills girls. I shake my head, then proceed to examine her. She doesn't look too bad, I think that he'll like this one. At least she's not ugly like the last one.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," I comfort her. "I'm not going to hurt you. We're just going to have a bit of fun until I take you to my friend Liam's house. Then you'll never have to see me again." She shakes in my grasp, still trying to get away from me, and I just laugh at her. 

Eventually, I get fed up with her crying and shaking and pin her down on the couch angrily. "Shut up, would you?" I snarl. I don't get why they all do this, I just want to play some games. They should just all enjoy our game time before I take them to Li. I tell the girl that, and she smiles slightly, forced.

She seems to realize that I'm not trying to hurt her, and we start playing games. My games are a bit hard to describe sometimes, but they usually end in us being nude. Which happens, obviously, but instead of having more fun, she suggests playing video games. I love video games, it kind of comes with the territory of being a boy, so I agree. Hey, it's only fair, she's being nicer to me than Liam's other girls have been in the past. I like this one better, she's not as scared of me. Why are they all so scared of me?