The Bounty

One

Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I ran after Ben Hutton. He was fast but I kept up easily.
I swung myself up on a rooftop and took a few breaths. Ben was still running but stopped when he noticed that I wasn’t following him anymore. He stopped too and looked around anxiously.
Like all the other unlucky scum I was sent to kill him. There was a half a million dollar bounty on his head.
I laughed softly and played with a small dagger while I watched him. He was restless and I could almost smell the fear coming off him.
He seemed to relax a little so I took that as my queue. Jumping off the roof in one swift motion I landed softly behind him. He spun around and fear instantly took hold of him. His eyes went wide and his face went pale.
“This can’t be real. There’s no way you could be Blackwell.” He whispered unbelievingly and turned around.
He only moved a few degrees before my gun was trained on him. The silencer nudged into his back.
He made a whimpering sound which only made me laugh. “Oh, it’s me alright.”
I used my other hand and grabbed a fistful of his thinning brown hair and pulled at it. “So why did they send me to kill you?”
“Y-you took the job but you didn’t know what I did to get a bounty?” His voice was full of pain and surprise. “Why do I have to tell you? You’re just gonna kill me anyway!”
I pulled harder and another whimper escaped his lips. “I get the really bad guys so I want to know what you did.”
“I- I killed women.” He said and there was no shame in his voice.
I spun him around to face me. His black eyes looked scared and he tried to look away. “How many women and why?” I demanded.
“E-eight!” He struggled when I pressed the gun against his stomach. There was pride in his voice.
“Why?” I demanded again. The fear in his eyes only grew and I knew what he must have been seeing. In his black eyes I could see my own yellow eyes glowing and the pupils changing from round to black slits like a cat’s.
“I found p-pleasure in it.” He tried to get away from me. “You’re a m-monster!”
“Says the guy who killed eight women for pleasure.” I rolled my eyes and pulled the trigger.
There was a soft sound and then a red dot on his shirt which grew bigger by the second. I let go of him and watched as he dropped to the ground. Blood pooled around him and he breathed out his last breath, his eyes turning glassy.
I took the small dagger and turned the man face down. I ripped the back of his shirt open and cut a beta sign into his back as my signature.
When I was done I pulled my phone out of my pants pocket and took a picture of the body.
“Enjoy hell.” I whispered and walked away.