4am

Part 3

There is some pretty dark stuff in this chapter.

Virgil's POV

One thing I really hated about meeting out of the city was that a lot of my missions require me to be on the opposite side.

When I finally made it to Taylor's house I was breathless to say the least. The run over here was exhausting and the house was beautiful. It was a tall, quartz building with manicured lawns and beautiful water features.

I walked around back and saw a window left open. This is easy, we'll be in and out in minutes. Well.... we also have to suffocate someone, remember? They do have a point. You'll be fine, just don't think to much about it. I nodded and climbed through the window.

I looked around me, kitchen. The room connected to it was the dining room. The dining room led to the living room and the living room had stairs. I walked upstairs, doing my best to blend into the shadows in case someone was upstairs. Upon reaching the top though, I heard two things. The sound of falling water and a man humming to himself.

I followed the two sounds staying as quite as possible. The hallway was long and winding, full of shadows.

When I reached the noise I saw something magnificent. The pool was gigantic, with a fountain in the middle and a waterfall along the far wall. And sitting with his back to me was Taylor.

You have the perfect opportunity, take it!
But the file said suffocation! Not drowning! You'll get in trouble!
All drowning is suffocation but not all suffocation is drowning.
This is the easy was out! We're going to get in trouble! Please, just wait for the right chance!
SHUT UP! I'm going to drown him and that's final.

I approached the man in front of me, saying a silent 'I'm sorry' before placing a hand on the back of his neck. Taylor immediately curled up and started crying. I hate this part.

"I'm useless. So many people have died because of me. I can only bring pain and bad news. No wonder Sandra left me, I'm weak. I WANT TO DIE!"

They can never get out more than a few sentences before the true panic sets in and their rendered immobile. I looked at him one last time. "I had no choice, I'm sorry to take your life," I whispered to him before pushing him into the water.

He didn't react, Taylor couldn't breathe anyway. He was so trapped in his mind that he didn't even realize he was dying. And just like that, he was dead. He uncurled himself and floated to the top of the water.

I pulled him to the edge, then removed him shirt and pants. And now he had died swimming.

I burned the clothes, and made sure that there was no evidence that I was there. I left the room, ready to start the second part.

*Mini time skip*

I had searched the entire house, looking for any form of human connection. He only had one family member that he cared for.

*Really sorry but we got another time skip*

I slipped back through the window, it was 3am on the dot. I silently crept through the apartment into the bathroom. I then removed my hoodie, mask, belt, and boots. But before I put everything back in the crevice, I pulled out my final object. I rolled up my long sleeve shirt to reveal hundreds upon hundreds of scars. Some where scabbed from last night while others had been fading over the year. I stared this tradition in March, two months after this whole ordeal began.

1 cut for the murdered
1 cut for each loved one
1 cut in memory of all the others I've killed

I then wrapped my arms, put everything back in its hidey hole, and went to the couch.

4 AM