"You don't have to do this." He shouts falling to his knees. His eyes trained on the barrel of my gun.
Tears stung my eyes and I took a deep, calming breath, aiming the rifle towards the top of his skull. The familiar hand curls it's way around the back of my neck. Steading, brainwashing me again.
"I wish that were true." I whisper as I stare into the pleading eyes of my one and only friends.
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People in my profession aren't supposed to get sentimental. Especially not over people we're sent to... Take care of.
I'm not talking about wiping sweat away from their sickly pale forhead, or changing their clothes or feeding them. Im talking about paying someone to dig a grave because in exactly three days it will be needed.
I was five when it first started, the conditioning, the teaching me to believe that only certain people should be allowed to live, perfect people. The teachers pets and the people with everything so obvious about them you only have to watch them for a few days to know they aren't drinking, smoking, having sex, doing unholy, ungodly things.
I guess you could say I grew up in a cult. Though everyone in the community would be enraged and try to explain they were trying to make the world a better place and scum like you wouldn't understand.
Because they didn't think they had made enough headway in the hundred years that they were around, they decided to start murdering these "ungodly creatures" they were forced to share the world with.
Side note: the entire cult is made out of women. These woman get pregnant by going to bars, going to a party, finding an attractive male that fits the criteria for the children that are needed, and having sex with these men. Afterward these men are killed.
So my generation of this cult was an experiment. They taught us how to fight, taught us to shoot a gun, taught us to use our "female power" over the opposite sex.
Sounds a bit hypocritical does it not? Killing people because these attractive teenagers seduced them. Tricked them into thinking they actually cared.
Well definitely hypocritical and deffinetly inhuman.
And I'm extremely sad to say that I believed everything that these women in this cult said until about three weeks ago when I was given a new assignment.
14 extremely attractive males that I was to seduce, figure out what organization they belonged to, and later murder along with the rest of their families.
This was my first big assignment and it was only supposed to last two weeks. And now it's been three.
Let me remind you of something real quick. I live with about 100 women who are extremely crazy and blood thirsty. So the moment I wasn't on a bus and back home they started to get ansy. Don't ask me what brought them to this because I'm not sure. All I know is that I got an assignment, I'm supposed to complete it I'm supposed to go home.
But now I'm here, watching Gabriel Coleman and Luke Taylor have a singing battle as they called it, all while having my feet in Silas Korba's lap and my head on Raven, whatever his last name is, shoulder.
"Little bird." Raven purrs bringing me out of my internal battle and thoughts that I could most deffinetly have my neck snapped by Raven considering the circumference of his arms and shoulders.
"Hmm?" I look up and give him a smile.
"Will you come with me to order the pizza?" I'm about to agree before North Taylor interupts with his usual pessimism towards Raven.
