Broken Shreds

Chapter Two - Seven Like The Number

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❝Where there is anger, there is
always pain underneath. ❞
— Eckhart Tolle

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CHAPTER 2

> SEVEN <

BEING A KILLER is the only thing I know.

I don't think about much when I'm about to kill. I pull the trigger, slit the throats and bury or burn the bodies just as easily as someone would fill a cup of coffee. It's an every day act, something that has become normal to me.

I'm not a bad person. Or at least, I like to believe that I'm not. Ninety nine percent of the people I kill are either rapists, drug dealers or something else that falls in that category. So I take them out like the rats they are, making the world a better place in a little more shunned way.

My mammy liked to say that you make the bed you lie in. For some reason of all the things she has said in her life, that has stuck with me. I've taken more lives than I can count and it has left me feel more hollow and empty than I'd want to admit. With every kill, something inside of me dies too. My humanity, perhaps. But the loss makes me feel less like a man and more like a machine.

Contrary to beliefs, I don't feel any enjoyment in killing. Not that I feel enjoyment in anything. Sex doesn't do it anymore for me, food tastes like paper and I'm losing touch to myself by every day.

I don't feel things like other people do. Von calls me unashamedly an engine and it has never annoyed me, because it's the simple truth. Feelings like fear, love and joy are foreign to me. I only feel one thing and that's anger. Hatred.

I feel this... immense amount of anger towards everyone and everything that made me like this. My mammy, my killings and especially myself. But most of all I hate them. Those who started this all.

The Murdocks.

With every fiber of my being, I hate them more than anything else in this world. This hatred and thirst for revenge inside of me is the only thing left of myself, the only thing anchoring me to this world.

''The bastards transferred Serena to New York'', Von spats and runs his hands through his hair. ''I have no idea what they're going to do with her and it's fecking with me mind.''

''We're getting there soon enough'', I answer and continue loading my Glock. ''I'm taking Morgan out today which should blow some of their plans, if something.''

Von tenses his jaw. ''If they hurt her - ''

''They already have and ye know it'', I interrupt him. ''She's most likely been raped, beaten and God knows what else. We can't do anything about that, now can we.''

Von says nothing, but I can see the rage building inside of him. Good. We'll both be needing that rage when the time comes.

Me and Von have a funny relationship. Circumstances brought us together and vengeance is doing a great job keeping us that way. The Murdocks have his little sister and I want my revenge. Once we get what we want, he goes his way and I go mine. It's what it is.

Von opens the file in front of him. He's been investigating everyone and everything connected to the Murdocks. Who they associate with, where they've been and what they're doing. Von is a good fighter and a better killer but he's the best at finding things. He gives me names, addresses and I take them out. If the opponents are a wee tougher than usually, we raid them together.