The reason we kill

Chapter 5

As Cara followed him she had that strange feeling again that she often had when she was around Josh. She didn’t know what it was, she had never felt something like it for other people. If someone had asked her, she wouldn’t be able to explain it, so maybe it was good than nobody did ever ask her, except of course Josh, but she would never tell him. She would rather die than talk about feelings with Josh. When she arrived in the dining hall all 822 children that lived in the organization were already gathered. She cast her gaze around the room until she saw the group of people containing Mackenzie and Josh. She went to join them just as the bosses entered the hall. There were six bosses, three men and their wives. The first boss that entered was Boss Hemmingway. He was a very tall, skinny man with pale skin and round glasses he was constantly pushing up his nose. He had very little mouse brown hair around the sides of his head and wore bland, colourless clothes. His wife, Mistress Hemmingway, was a loud, obese Italian woman, who had cropped her black hair short and jelled it into crazy spikes all around her head. She wore so much makeup on her botox-inflated face that she looked like a walking cosmetics shop. From her ears dangled two gigantic gold coins, and her fat body was wrapped into a painfully transparent green dress. The second Boss was Boss Latewood. He was a very short, fat man with greasy blond hair and a mean, greedy rat face. He smiled at Cara in a way that made her stomach turn and then hustled on along behind his wife; Mistress Latewood was a very young, very good-looking and dynamic woman with dark blonde curls to her waist and piercing blue eyes. She wore a sleek little black dress and incredibly high boots. Mackenzie was hypnotized by her ass, forgetting Handy Pocket Creature in his hand and squeezing him so hard that the hamster bit down on his thumb. Mackenzie blinked and looked away from the tips of the dress down at the hamster, and then at Cara’s grinning face.

“You want me to hook you up with her?” She whispered into his ear.

“Sorry, I don’t feel like dying quite jet, but thanks.” He whispered back just as Boss Herondale entered the room. Boss Herondale was good-looking, young at 29, with even features. Cara knew she could get anything she wanted from Boss Herondale, she just had to wear a little shorter clothes while she asked him. She knew using him was shameless, but then again running an organization like Peak Clover could be considered as shameless too. His wife was considerably older than he was, and Cara could imagine the amount of money that had flow into his bank account preceding the marriage. Mistress Herondale was about 45, very thin and small, with long, greying hair and evil eyes. She had a whip curled around her left hand, and at her sight the little kids shrank back into the walls further. Mistress Herondale had a scar under her eye; Cara’s handwriting. The Mistress had tried to teach Cara obedience with the whip in her hand like she did with the other children, but she had underestimated that a tiny twelve-year-old with no child-assassin experience what-so-ever would be wearing knuckledusters under her gloves, let alone know how to use them. The Bosses stopped at the head of the room, and Boss Latewood pulled out a book which contained the names of all the children of Peak Clover. He handed it to his wife, who began to read in a clear, serene voice.

“8O1?” She called. A group of eight three-year-olds rose from the crowd. 8O1 stood for the first room with eight children in it that were kidnapped an orphanage. Peak Clover was, like all child assassin organizations, built up into a class-system. The less you were worth, the more people you shared a room with. Peak Clover was actually for children from three to more or less thirteen. If you were useless you were disposed of to make room for another child, if you were good and turned thirteen, you were sold to another organization, or if you proved yourself mature enough and had learned enough to satisfy the sponsors you were incepted into the society. So you were set out so that you could acclaim a social position. In this way the organization gained people who were spread all over the world, in all sorts of influential positions who’s flawless loyalty was always ensured to the dark side of the law, and especially to the PCA organizations (Professional Child-Assassin organizations). Normally this involved that a family was terrorized, paid or murdered, so that the child that was incepted could take the place of someone else who had already been alive and already had a passport. Sometimes the younger children were incepted as well, even though they were a bigger risk, as they sometimes leaked some news about the organization or weren’t completely loyal jet. If they leaked, they were mostly put into sanitary units, or had ‘accidents’ before any serious danger could be inflicted. If you like Cara, Mackenzie and Josh, Lucy and Valerie had a special talent, you were kept. You were then considered a valuable. Valuables shared a room with one person at most, they had privileges, they had influence, they were next in line to be Bosses, and most of the world wanted them dead. If you wanted to kill off an organization it was considered rather affective to kill off their valuables. The rest of the organization mostly crippled on its own, or at least shrunk down enough to stop being a threat for other organizations.