Life Support

Part 2.

I looked at the gun and back up at him several times before he said anything.

“Now I know how this looks, I'm not going to kill you,” he said.

“Then what is the gun for?”

“You of course , Mr. Elmont.”

“How is a gun going to help with my cancer?”

“I never said it would. Death is a great enough counselor by itself. If I had the miracle cure for cancer I'd be rich, but that's not the case. What I provide is a much different service, but an important one.”

“And what could that possible be?”
He stopped for a moment to type on his computer, and sweat started to form at my hairline as I felt extremely uncomfortable.
Then he looked up at me again.

“Do you know of a man named Jarvis Jeffrey's?” he asked.

“Don't think I do, no.”

“Perfect, that makes this much easier.”

“Makes what easier, get to the point or I'm leaving this is insane.”

“Well, Mr. Elmont, I need you to murder someone for me, and take all of the credit.”

I gasped and almost had a miniature heart attack.

“What the hell do you mean? Do I look like a fool? I'm leaving and calling the police.”

Clark laughed his head off for a moment.

“If you do anything rash against my establishment I'll have your entire family killed by someone just like you, understand?”

I gulped, “Yes I understand.”

“Good, now that I have your attention, would you like to at least hear the reward for your hard work?” he asked.

“Sure, but that won't change a thing, I'm not a killer anymore, never will be again.”

“I bet I can change that, Mr. Elmont. I'm offering you one million dollars once you pick up the gun, and another million after the job is done.”

I laughed, “Seriously? You think any amount of money will make me kill someone? You’re out of your mind if you think I can be broken that easily.”

Clark looked me dead in the eyes.

“You’re dying, Mr. Elmont, this money can take care of Darla, Jimmy, Charlie, and Ellie for years. You should reconsider.”

My heart began to race, how could he know my family?

The two of us sat in silence as the thought about what it's like to end a life. Could I really do something like that? Is it worth it?
Clark put his hand on his heart like he was some divine blessing.

“This is really beneficial to you and your family, all it takes is that gun, Mr. Elmont.”

“What will happen to me?” I asked, just out of curiosity.

“Well, you’ll be arrested of course, and put in jail. But there are several rounds in that gun. A swift bullet to the brain will end your troubles if jail sounds too harsh.”

I scratched my thick grey beard over and over not wanting to answer, part of me couldn't help the urge to help my family.

“Now say I do this for you, will my family know why I did it?”

“No, to be honest they'll think you’re crazy, but I'll make it look like a hefty life insurance policy to cover anything up. They'll get to use the money no worries.”