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The annoying sound of my ringtone going off indicated a urgency of a call. I walked over to my phone that laid on the coffee table. Missed call from.... "Shit" i spat immediately dialing them back. "Hello?" "Kai?" "Yeah whats up?" i spoke casually hiding my excitement. It was my friend/coworker Alec. "I got a lil clean up for you to do today" he spoke with a slight tone of seriousness. " For how much?" I asked. "10 grand" I gulped excited to make easy money. "It's a CEO of a major company, don't mess up. I'll send you the rest of the information right now. He has to be gone by tonight" "Okay" I said nodding. "Alright bro talk to you later" "Ight bye" i said ending the call.

I never took shame in my job, but i was never proud either. I view it as the hierarchy of living. You have the rich, the middle-working, and the low class with the exception of outcasts like me. In order to skip the your way to the top there's sacrifices that must be made in order to do so. Removing people was never hard for me, besides i'm going to hell anyways, why care? I received the address shortly after the call. CEO of a major company? I searched him up to obtain enough information on him. Ronald Dubois, 45, divorced and angry. Widely known white supremacist, yet still generates revenue. That's a damn shame. I exited my room to enter my 'other' room. I snatched a G18 with my silencer shoving it into the side of my jeans. Quickly, I rushed out my home speeding to my location. 17658 SW... Mhm. It's a house, this is easy. I pulled up to a decent size home with intense security. Cameras were scattered around the home. I put on my sunglasses parking in the house beside them. I grabbed a suit jacket from my backseat to solidify my look. Always attack when they never expect it. I stepped onto his front door knocking three times. I hate role play but for ten grand i'll do it. My only concerns is getting in, he's racist and i'm clearly not white. He opened his door with a distorted expression. "What do you want?" he asked trying to refrain himself. "Good afternoon" i said reaching out a hand. He stared at me as if i was a fool. I cleared my throat beginning to speak once more. "I'm from DEG, you requested a personal meeting from us a bit earlier this week. I apologize for the informal approach but our schedules are quite full and we'd like to at least squeeze in a meeting with you" I said with a smile. He loosened a little sneaking into my trap. He widened his door letting me inside. "My office is this way" he said leading me to a room. He sat at his chair with his hands together ready to explode. "DEG sucks , you're not generating the right staff. I mean stop asking for us to partner up it's clear to see bare monkeys take control over the scene" he said staring in disgust. I gave a dark smile gripping onto my gun. "Mr.Dubois do you have a kid?" "No" he said screwing up his face. "It seems to me you forgot moral respect and decency. I was going to say if you were to have kids i feel bad. An inappropriate conservative like yourself is giving birth of newer monsters" I said staring into his eyes. His chaky skin rapidly turned red. "Look here DEG" In that moment i had already had my gun sitting at my lap. " Scums like you don't deserve to even be 'free' in my opinion you're just animals bearing the Earth with your ways. You illiterate little ni-" Before he could finish i had placed two bullets into his skull. "Racist" i shaked my head, inching around his laptop he had carefully laid on his desk. He has to have his cameras hooked up. I searched for ways to delete any existence of me, until i finally landed on a solution. I ran to his kitchen grabbing any alcohol i can find. I spilled it everywhere including him. Feeling my pockets for a lighter, i lit a fire leaving it to eat his disgrace away. I walked out of his house seeing flames engulf his home. I drove off with no concern. Animal? I scoffed at his insults, he really was a bitch. I wanted to drink my thought away today. I deeply sighed thinking about the things that danced in my mind.

Is it really okay to disregard the pain?

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