A Simple Story About Killing People

When I was a child about three years old, I often read a picture book given by my mother. I don't know if she really was my mother but she's the only one I got ever since the beginning. She gave me everything I need and taught me a lot of things. She could be cruel sometimes but I understand, she just wanted me to learn.

One time many many years ago, she showed me three cute bunnies, "Kill them." she said. I was shocked when she told me that. After a few seconds of silence she dragged me back to my room... "You will not eat till you know what to do," those were her last words before she locked me up. It was pitch black inside, the only light I have was coming from the cracks of the door.

*gasp*

"Why am I remembering this now?" I thought to myself. "I shouldn't think of this," I shouted as I fire my guns towards the people I should obliterate. But no matter how hard I try to focus on my mission, I just can't get the memory out of my head.

After two whole days, I'm not sure but it seems like it, then the door slowly opened, mom was there, "You've already contemplated on what you should do?" she asked. I nodded then she smirked grabbing me. She showed me the three bunnies again, "Kill them in three different ways," she ordered me.

I obliged to her commands, I picked up a rock and threw it at the first bunny, I stomped on the second but I don't know what I should do with the third. I scanned the room for something I could use and at the corner of my eye, I saw it, scraps of nails on the floor beside them was a hammer. I run towards it, I don't know if it's due to the fatigue or hunger I stumbled and scrapped my knees but I don't care. I've reached for the hammer and a nail and I again went near the bunny. When I look at it, somehow it looks cute, I placed the nail directly above its head and *bang* I pound it with the hammer splashing its blood on me. Mother knelt towards me and patted my head, it's the first time that I saw her smile, "we could finally eat"

*bang*

I fired my gun to my last target, finally completed my mission, I sighed. Not one living being on scene, nothing but a mountain of corpses. When I was about to leave, my phone rang, "Hello?" I picked it up. "Have you completed your mission?" the voice from the other end asked. "Yes, milady" I answered nonchalantly. "Very well then, there's another one. The next city, from where you are now... a syndicate will be having their meeting there. The upper echelion are staying at the Hotel Le Bristol. Eliminate those top brass I don't mind what you do with the body guards though, just complete your duty," she told me. "I will."

I quickly depart from the chateau, leaving no traces or evidence that I've been there. I drove a car owned by the master of the mansion, to somewhere and had it crashed. Walking away from the burning Maserati, I jumped inside my Porsche that was parked behind the bushes just a few meters away. Driving my car out, distancing it for about two miles I pulled it over. I opened a pack of wipes and cleaned myself from all those blood stains. I grabbed an elegant black dress at the paper bag by the back seat of my car. I wore it and applied make up and perfume, "Nothing beats the best." I smirked at my reflection on the rear mirror. I stuffed all of things on the paper bag, my blood stained garmets and the wipes I've used, wrapping it nicely. I started the engine of my car and went to meet an acquintance, the asornist. I gave him the paper bag with all of my things then drove off to my next destination, Paris.

Arriving at the said hotel, before getting off my car I strapped a knife on my left leg and a revolver on the other, plus a drug on my necklace and both of my earings. "hmmh this should be plenty," I thought. I stepped out of my car and went inside, the hotel, wearing my super high class whore aura "I could pull this off" I mentally reassured myself. As I entered the lobby, I caught a glimpse of a tall middle aged-man, he was smoking tabbacco, "Well that's easy," I thought. I walked passed him fast enough not to be awkward but slow enough just to make him noticed me. I went straight to hotel's bar and ordered myself a glass of French 75. After a little while, the man from earlier went in and sat beside me, "been here often?" he smirked. "No, I'm just killing time, and you?" I asked.