Indefinite

six.

It was nearing daybreak as I finally arrived back at Kathleen's little apartment. My car was sitting in the same spot it was before, and I relaxed, glad I had left most of my things in it. I quickly grabbed a few tools I might need before walking up to the door.

I could hear piano music coming from inside, causing me to pause, hoping she was alone. I glanced through a window, seeing Kat in a bundle of blankets on her couch, a record playing as she watched a movie.

Her face was red, and her eyes were puffy from crying. I could see a box of tissues sitting on the couch beside her. After coming to the conclusion that she was alone, I rang the doorbell and stepped out of view of the peephole.

"Hello?" I heard her ask nervously, waiting for a moment before opening the door. I pushed the door open, putting a hand on her mouth, and pushing us inside.

She automatically kneed my stomach, causing me to let go of her. She attempted to kick my face, but I caught her leg.

"Why are you doing this?" She cried, getting in a good punch.

"I have to." I said quietly, kicking her shin and grabbing her shoulders. She struggled as I pinned her arms behind her.

"Why me?" She asked, sounding defeated. She kicked my knee, breaking free, and kicking me in the face.

"You did something bad. Something my boss didn't like." We both tried a few punches, the other blocking them easily.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Kathleen told me, punching me in the gut, then kicking my side, causing me to stumble.

"Someone usually dies." I told her, regaining my balance. She froze in realization.

I tackled her, pinning one of her hands behind her. She pushed me off of her, rolling so she was on top of me, her body pinning me down. She pinned my arms down, locking my legs into a hold.

"Who is your boss." She demanded, spitting in my face. "Who is your boss!"

"I don't even know that." I laughed, pushing her off of me. We jumped to our feet.

"Then don't do it." She suggested.

"I only have two more," I pleaded, "Then I'm free."

"Free?" We paused, staring at each other.

"If I didn't have to, I wouldn't." I cried, my walls falling down. "Do you think I actually enjoy going around and killing people?"

"They won't know." She coaxed. "We can run away. Disappear."

"They will know." My voice became serious. "I was a target like you once, and they won't let me go until I finish my list."

"Make me like you." She stopped pacing.

"You wouldn't last," I raised my eyebrows at her. "But even if you did, they would never let me."

I dropped to the ground, pulling her with me. I locked her arms down, with her on top of me, before wrapping my left leg around hers, and tucking my foot under my right knee.

I let go of her with my left hand, and ran my arm in front of her face, forcing her to face to our right. Rolling on our sides, I let go of her with my other hand securing the hold.

Kathleen tried to struggle, but stopped, unable to break free as she realized what was happening.

"There's got to be another way." She choked out, as I applied pressure to her neck. With one forceful move, I heard a gut-wrenching crack, and her body went limp.

I let go of her body, kneeling above her. Tears were still streaming down her cheeks. I had only paralyzed her.

"Please." She whispered, as I stood up and got into my purse.

"I'm really sorry Kat. You were an amazing friend. I wish things were different." I told her sincerely, before pulling the trigger of my pistol.

I grabbed the blanket off of the couch, covering up her body, before grabbing another burner phone.

"She's dead. Kathleen is dead." I said, with more emotion than I would have preferred. I sat the phone on the coffee table before gathering my things, and putting them in my car.

I started the car, despite my conscious pleading to go back to her body. I had learned years ago to be far from the scene as possible when the clean up crew came.

I had just made it out of town before breaking down completely, and pulling my car to the side of the road.

This shouldn't get to me anymore. It can't get to me anymore.

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While researching for the fight scene in this chapter, I came across this video which inspired Kathleen's death scene. If you are interested in seeing the move that I used to break her neck, here is the link: