Writing prompts

The phone rings.

Warning// cussing.

Prompt// The phone rings. The voice on the other end says "We need you again." then hangs up.

    'Thump. Thump. Thump.'  The sound of my fist hitting the bag over and over bounced off the concert walls as I took my rage out, the heaving of my chest reminded me to breath or my rage session could end sooner rather then later. My pace picked up as my mind recalled the last few years, memories of everything coming back. I screamed before slamming my fist against the bag once more, backing away slowly. Suddenly, the phone rings. An odd thing to happen at 3am, but I still picked up. The voice on the other end said four words I knew were coming, "We need you again." then the line went dead. 

  "Huh, didn't think it be this soon, but whatever." I chuckled to myself as I walked across the room to an old wooden cabinet. I pulled the doors open as I began preparing for the job. I quickly trade my work out clothes for a black crew neck shirt, some black cargo pants with black military style boots. I pulling my thigh holster on before loading my glock 9mm, with an extra mag. I pulled on my shoulder holsters on, loading my twin beretta 45s, strapping two extra mags onto my waist. I grabbed my fingerless leather gloves, slipping them into my pocket before reaching into the cabinet for my 12 gage winchester shotgun, before closing the cabinet and walking away. 

    I walked through the empty apartment, grabbing my leather jacket before walking out the door, make sure it was locked I made my way to the underground parking garage. I took my time, making them wait, before meeting a man who looked like he was ready to leave the slums on this place. He stood tall in his designer, his grey hair neat and styled to perfection, his shoes shined in the dim light that was there.

   "Mark, It's been a while." I greeted from behind him. He turned slowly, not even flinching as I walked closer. "Didn't expect them to send you, I expected Lucy. They always send that bitch, can't stand her." 

   "They sent me because they knew you'd shot her if she was in five miles of you." He said as if it was normal thing, "But I agree with you, I can't stand her either. Anyways, your target is Alex Welsh." He held a case file out. I opened it as soon asI hadn't my hands on it. Pictures of the biggest drug dealer this city had ever seen filled the brim of the file as I flipped through it, picture of his victims as well. I nodded my head as I recognized some of the people. People who didn't deserve this. 

  "So, my target is the a hole who killed my next door neighbor, the one who always gave me food. Good." I closed the file having no problem completing this job. "My money better be wired to my account before I get home Mark, I have things to do beside kick your ass." I started to head for the black Lexus that would be used for today's job. Mark placed a hand on my shoulder, stopping me form going anywhere, confusion laced my face as he looked troubled for a moment before speaking again. 

  " One more thing." He took a deep breath before locking eyes with me," She's the one who gave the order."   Time stopped around me. My fist clenched at my sides, the files crumbling, as I realized what he meant. He was taking about Mary. The bitch who thinks she can control me just cause she's with the bossman. Anger flooded my system. "She wants him back alive as well. They use to be lovers, and she wants to 'speak with him' again."

  "Not a chance." My words stained with anger as I jerked my shoulder away form his hand. " Everyone knows when I am called, It means death. Never have I ever left a target alive, and never will I. She can get bent If she thinks Alex Welsh is surviving the night." Mark chuckled, nodding his head in understanding. 

"Good. We all know Jax's would be pissed if his favorite hit girl's perfect record was ruined." 

  "She wants to speak with him, she can speak to his corpse." I smirked as I began heading towards the car agin. "Now, I have blood to spill. Tell Jax's I'll have the body gift wrapped."

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