Bitter Sweet

Chapter Four

"I'd like to offer you the chance to work as my partner."

"Partner in... what?" My mind was racing through the possibilities behind that proposal. There are TONS of businesses that can be run by a partnership. I studied his face as I waited for his answer, his eyes flickered for a moment and that consistent expression of confidence was gone for a split second before it was back again. Is it a shameful partnership? Did he mean sexual partner? No. He said this was strictly business.

"I am a hitman. I want to train you to be one as well, or shall I say, a hitwoman?" He stared at me intently, seeking a reaction. I just sat there. He kills people? Years ago, maybe even a month ago the thought of killing people would have made me cry. But now? Now that I live with this bitterness inside of my heart, killing doesn't sound so bad. Especially if that person does something bad which is usually why people take out hits, right?

"Explain it to me, I know it involves killing people, but... you know"

He looks a little relieved, "Well yes, I have connections and they tell me when they need someone disposed of or if they know someone who needs someone disposed of. It's good money... like... really good money.
I could train you techniques, how to shoot, how not to get caught, how to make sure you're getting paid well, how to build up the courage to do it. I would teach you everything in hopes that you can be better than I am. Plus, you would be able to kill whoever you wanted to. People would never mess with you the wrong way again. Because rumors and whispers do get around."

I sit, frozen in my seat in deep concentration. Do I want to be a murderer? The old me would say no. The old me would gasp and refuse, stating that life is too precious to take. The old me wouldn't have the courage to kill a fly.

But this... this is the new me. The new me is bitter at the world for harboring people like Mitchell or my Mother and Uncle. The new me doesn't care about death, because the new me is already dead inside. So,... do I want to become a murderer? Yes. Yes I do.

"Okay, I'll do it"

A smile spreads across David's face. But it's a mischievous smile, I wonder why he asked me. "Good,"

Just then the waitress comes back and sets our teas down. She takes our meal orders quickly and rushes off.

I focus my attention back on David, "So, why me? How did you know I wouldn't refuse and turn you in?"

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*David Macae*

Inside I chuckle at her question. I'm positive she could've figured that out herself, she just wanted me to do it for her. "Well if you had've said no, I would kill you. But I knew you would say yes. Ever since your life has taken this sudden turn, there is something in your eyes that tells me you would be fine with killing." It's true. I would've hated to kill her, but I would not have been able to let her walk away with that information.

I've been watching Allison since I moved here. I knew from the second that I saw her she could become this in a heartbeat. All it took was a little push, and Mitchell and her Mother were a big push. When I observe her now, I see all of the potential that lies within her. I know, damn do I know... that I will make a monster out of her, and I also know that this is what she wants deep in her heart so that she can phase out the rest of the world.

She smiles a little, "So when do I start?"

I chuckle lowly, "I need to train you first, put you through David's Hitman School" I smile at the last part and make gestures as if there was a board that displayed my "school" name.