Retaliation

Killing Shouldn't Be This Easy..

Tony Malleaux, 43 years old, 6'1, and light in complexion with dark brown hair.

My body was fatigued, I was in surveillance mode for 40 hours and counting. All I knew was a name and face, that's all I needed. whoever this was, Amíl wanted him dead. she said he stole from her and needed to be made an example out of, my mind told me it was deeper than that though.

I was growing impatient, for some reason Mr. Malleaux was avoiding windows. It was an odd thing to do if you didn't suspect you were being "watched"; also, he hadn't left the house not once since I set up shop. What could he possibly be doing in there? I noticed a few stones near my duffel bag, suddenly i got the bright idea to throw them at his window and shoot him right between the eyes as soon as he looked outside. I was TIRED, fuck him and that window. Amíl must've sensed my stupidity because as soon as i picked up the stone she interrupted by calling.

"Is it finished?" she quickly asked.

"No, he hasn't left the house in days. and you told me not to make a mess. So that leaves me here on this rooftop." I answered in an annoyed tone.

"Z, just get it done."

"Gotcha" I hung up the phone and gathered my things, if I was going to make this quick, I needed to get closer.

I shimmied down the side of the building facing the back of Tony's condo, there was a ladder there so I maneuvered my way onto his second story balcony. The doors were slightly open leading into his bedroom, I took my shoes off so I wouldn't be heard nor seen, he had wooden floors.

I heard the tv blasting infomercials, he was on the couch in a daze. He was facing the TV in his bedroom, with a needle dangling out his forearm. I could hear him faintly moaning which meant the high was just now kicking in...

What a pathetic way to go.

As I slowly approached and switched my 9mm pistol off of safe, he raised his head slightly and let out a quiet chuckle. He knew someone was in here.

"Hey I, I knew you were here. I knew you were coming, Amíl is not someone I should've fucked with." He winced behind that statement.

I remained silent. I did not need to let my guard down, not even the slightest. This could've easily been a tactic used to kill me.

I kept my weapon on him as he slowly slid off the couch and crawled towards me on his knees, he had his hands up.

"Please, please just do it. I can't live in fear no more, I'm fucking tired... please." He pleaded. The irony of it all; I was here to end his life and he was begging me to do so.

I stared in his eyes, there was nothing left but despair. His eyes welled up and he tried to come closer--

"Don't you fucking move." I said, slowly backing away.

"JUST DO IT!" he screamed and as he reached behind him I instantly pulled the trigger. His head splattered all over the creme colored walls. I dropped the gun in awe. There was nothing behind him.

Tony Malleaux age 43, my first confirmed kill.. back in the business.