The Genocide Project

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The world did not end in a bang, or a whisper, but rather one scream at a time. You see, everyone and everything dying instantaneously in unison isn't exactly as fun as killing everyone off one by one (or group by group, can't have witnesses.) It takes groups of people around the world to stay inconspicuous to authorities. I guess it's kind of like a worldwide cult or a common insanity.

Well, anyways, we call it The Genocide Project. The goal is to kill everyone, an earth wide genocide. That means eventually I have to die too, along with all the other sick psychopaths that are a part of this project. I don't worry about it much, though. I prefer to think that when the time comes, the little human part left of me will be so scarred I'll want to die. It'll hurt much less like that than still wanting to live.

My name is Bianca. I'm nineteen, enjoy long walks and look pretty damn hot in a bathing suit. What a catch. Oh, also, I'm probably psychotic, but aren't we all? Maybe I'm not psychotic, I just do psychotic things. I am part of The Genocide Project, as you probably can tell. Yeah, yeah, "she kills people," whatever. I've only killed people who deserve it, okay? A couple rapists, some abusive people, people who make other people's lives a living hell. My body count is only fifteen. That's less than most Genocide Project participants. 

Your body count is displayed by tally marks on your wrist. After every case you finish you get a tally for each victim. Some cases get you a lot, some get you only one. So say I got a case for terrorist planning to bomb somewhere, right? Well, I could use some skills and some undercover work to detonate the bomb early and I can decide if I want it to be away from civilians or by a large group of them. The goal of the project is to get rid of the entire human species, but some days I don't feel like killing innocent people, ya know? After the case is complete, you go back to headquarters and basically get a tattoo. Of a line. On your wrist and up your arm. Eventually you'll have a sleeve of tally marks. 

At the end of each day, I go home to an apartment the headquarters is paying for. It's small, but I'm never really there anyway. It's two rooms, a living room and a bathroom. Big enough for me and me only. When you have a job like mine, you never really think about getting into a relationship or getting a pet. I don't even have friends. I don't want to build a relationship with someone I'm eventually going to have to kill. And I don't want to get a pet because there has to be someone taking care of the pet, my schedule is already booked!

You would think it gets lonely being by myself all the time but it really isn't. The voices keep me plenty of company. I'm joking, I'm not that insane... yet. I never really feel lonely. I guess I've been alone so long I forgot what it feels like to have company. I was found and raised by a member in the Genocide Project. I was left in an ally and Patty found me. Patty was getting old and decided a girl as young as I was would be easy to raise into the business. Maybe that's why I am like I am. Patty is still around, I just don't see her much.

So you get the gist of it, right? No friends, no love, no companions, no feelings, all murder. Honestly, my life might be simpler because of the project. I don't have to worry about the normal teenage drama like fake people, boyfriends, gross schools, STDs. I'm grateful for the project, I don't want the life of a normal teenager. I enjoy the life I have. Although, I do tend to wonder what love feels like. What it would be like to have a boyfriend or a girlfriend. It's probably not all I think it would be.

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"Bianca!"

I startle back to reality, how long was I daydreaming? "You have a new case." The Big Man slams a file down on the table in front of me. Big Man is the guy who delivers cases from the leaders in headquarters. "Thanks Big Man." I smile at him. "Now, now, Bianca. What is the rule on feelings?" He scolds. I groan and roll my eyes. "No feelings of positive, friendly aura are permitted." I mock. "Good girl. Just a heads up: your new case is... different than what you normally do." Big Man leaves on that note.

"Different? What's so different about killing people?" I stop talking to myself after opening the file. Oh. At first glance I see a man. He is quite on the attractive side. The cute ones are always harder to kill. I read his basics. Donovan Heirarch, age 20, Los Angeles, CA, USA. "Not too bad." I say under my breath. I notice words not usually on case outlines. In bold red letters, I read, "DO NOT KILL."

"Bullshit!" I yell. The whole point of this stupid project is to kill people! Why would I keep someone alive? I keep reading the file. "Bring back to HQ, apprentice, and train..." I quote. Oh hell no. I throw the papers back into the file and grip it in my fist. Storming out of my office, I boil with anger. "No connections my ass." I mutter. 

Arriving at Lead of Floor, I throw the file at Mr. Pryce. "Ah, hello there Ms. Bianca. What can I help you with?" His calm tone makes me more angry. "Why the hell was I assigned a case where I don't kill anyone?" I shout. Mr. Pryce blinks at me and picks up the file. "You see, Bianca, we need people. Your case is to retrieve a new participant." He doesn't get it. How doesn't he get it? "And I'm supposed to 'apprentice' and 'train' him too! What about the 'no connections' rule?" I argue. "Be only his trainer and his trainer only. If you build no connection, there is no connection. Good day, Ms. Bianca." He pushes the file to me and closes the conversation window. 

God, I hate people.