Serial killer

Trap

I took in a deep breath, relaxing myself as I let the bullet whiz through the air. I had done this like a million times now and I traced the bullet to its target not to ensure that it hit it but to enjoy my triumph. It had been hardly a second when another gunshot was heard to which I victoriously smirked and disassembled the rifle like it was just another mundane routine. As i packed away my gun I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, which I took out in one swift move. It was a burner phone I changed after every mission I completed. It was one way to avoid someone from tracking me down. I had received a text message from my customer.

"Why kill the poor bastard?" it read. I was impressed at his promptness and vigilance. I had killed one of the security guard walking behind my actual target. I had guessed by the looks of it that he was the newbie, inexperienced and scared. You must be thinking that how did I know that he would pull the trigger. What makes you think I'll tell you my little secret? Nimbly, I typed "just for the fun of it" and sent it. Seconds later pieces of the phone lay on the floor. I exited the building as innocently and casually as if I had not just killed two people.

I entered a café at the corner of the street, walking up to the counter to place my order. Knowing how good-looking I was I threw a charming smile towards the timid waitress and asked for a sandwich and coffee. I observed how conscious she had become wanting my order to be perfect, tuning out all other customers waving annoyingly for her attention. I collected my order, paid her and turned around very well aware of her lingering gaze on me. I shrugged my shoulders at nobody in particular. This was one thing about me after my transformation. I loved attention no matter what kind and I knew very well how to grab it. I loved making my presence known as well as keep myself a mystery at the same time. Munching my sandwich I reached a park and sat down on a bench hating everyone with happy smiles and true company. It was a sign of weakness, a sign for exploitation. That's why I hardly smiled or communicated except when necessary. Finishing my celebratory snack I headed home. Not exactly home but a place as my hideout and to shelter my head. It was basically a shack where nobody gave a damn about what I did or when I came back. I could bet nobody would even be bothered if a butchered a person in my small apartment.

When I reached the shabby door from which the paint had almost worn off, I fitted a key and turned it revealing my well-kept apartment. There was nothing extravagant in it. Just the basics- a bed, side table with a lamp, a study table and a full length mirror on the wall. The kitchen was more or less the same. I stood in front of the mirror and pressed my hand against it. It slid open and revealed a secret compartment. Now there's where I kept my beloved weapons with of course a dozen burner phones. I replaced my rifle back in its place and closed the mirror. I stretched my legs on the bed, my laptop balanced on my lap. I clicked the search engine and was typing when a message arrival made itself known by a plink sound.

"56189 willow street. Kill the girl." It stated. Now wasn't that rude. No greetings at all. Well he wasn't inviting me over for dinner. I felt quite proud. Two missions in one day. I was growing popular. "For how much?" I typed back. There was an immediate response showing that this person was actually very adamant on getting the girl killed. I wonder what she did. Walked out on him? Cheated him? Or.... Before I could make any more assumptions my eyes widened at the offered money. A million dollars. Was this girl the queen of England? Well whoever she was I really didn't care as long as I got the money. I replied stating my involvement in the mission to which I got a message that I had only an hour to kill her. Hurriedly, I made all preparations making sure not to forget anything and leave anything that may rouse suspicion.

I drove to the given address to find a desolated house. At first thought it looked like nobody lived there. But that couldn't be possible. Exploring, I saw that the back of the house had many overgrown trees, the grass reaching up to my ankle. The house itself didn't look fit to live in. Standing amidst the trees, suspicion grew within me but before I could react a group of armed men wearing complete black with black mask hiding their faces descended from the trees surrounding me, leaving no way for escape. This was a trap. But by whom? I carefully lifted my hands up to show no resistance. I was cleverer than fight half a dozen men all by myself. "Get in." one of them said, pointing the gun to a black SUV hidden well in the overgrowth.

I obeyed, my hands still in the air and feeling the nozzles of all the guns on my back. At the door of the car I stopped which probably made the men think that I was reconsidering my options so he pushed his gun in my back harshly to make me resume my action. I seated myself comfortably in the backseat as all the other men climbed in as well. Unexpectedly I felt a sharp pain in my head from the blow of something hard. I drifted into unconsciousness and the last thing I heard was one of men speaking in an earpiece to whoever was on the other side and most probably the mastermind of this trap.

"We have him"

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I know I have updated after a very long time because I usually don't get time to write. So I guess a sorry may not suffice. Anyways, I hope you enjoy my writing and once again positive criticism is allowed.

Signing out,

CrazyBookReader16