Introverted Killer

Chapter 14

When getting to my home I gathered everything needed when I'm out on a hunt for my target's blood. I've kept my face hidden since starting this as I always do. There are always a few rules being kept for my family's safety as well as mine. There's no reason to show any type of skin and always wear good shoes. Yes, it's hot as hell I know that. If that's what I have to do to keep people from knowing anything about me. I'll do that just to keep them guessing. I don't even want them to know my skin color. That's why everyone that talks about me each has a different description of me. One would infer that I was Caucasian while others would think I'm Mexican or Black. I usually hunt out for my targets in the morning after I'm done hacking into whatever they have on them. Sometimes I would choose the night times when I feel like they're sleeping.

John is definitely one of the hardest targets than most that needed to be taken down. He knows i'm looking for him for one. Two, he keeps moving locations which makes finding him not easy hence the reason I had to hack into Joel and Nathan's phones. My clients would come to me at random times giving me different targets and most targets don't know that I'm after them. John only knows because of who he killed. He knows I would be plotting for him sooner or later. Which meant he had time to hide and get ready for me. Although when he gets tired of hiding and everyone does I will kill him. As soon as he thinks I'm not coming he's a dead man. He better not make one mistake and they always do. That's the thing, once you become my target you stay my target until you are dead. Unless there are other reasons why you shouldn't be my target anymore.

I put on my usual black clothes and shoes with my black socks covering my ankle. I grabbed my black gloves and a mask sliding them on. Some wouldn't even understand when I go all out just to change my identity each time. This time I put in some grey contacts that would match my brown eyes. They really do look like mine, especially when putting my black mask over my face. This is definitely necessary most would understand. Many times I had a target and they would come back half dead and in the hospital. A couple of them had gone into hiding after getting shot. Then would start trying to plot on my client or trying to find me? There was a lot. I would have to start all the way over because I already accepted the money. I had to for my sake and my clients. The only way you would be close to knowing who I am is if you're going to be dead. Plus I want my clients to be safe. If my client would tell anyone anything about me I am going to be killing the ones you told it to. Including the client that told. 

It was now Saturday and I was ready for anything. I walk back into my kitchen to grab one water and a bag of white cheddar Cheeze-Its. I will be scoping out the place again before heading in and sometimes that takes days or hours. I went right to my attic and under my wood floor again. I grabbed the same necessary emergency equipment that I usually use on the job. My sniper gun was a must-have. I'm mostly good at using that but at close range, i'm also competent. Just not as good as sniping someone. 

That's another reason I had to get good with my knives and fighting skills. Yes, I can fight but that's just the hood in me, and growing up I had to fight a lot. My brother and I would fight sometimes and other times I had to fight others with my brother. My dad would send us or some good fighters to this house he uses. When someone tries to fuck over on him he sends them to that house to be killed. He sends the people that would rob him to take his money, traders, and even snitches to that house. He had the house set up so that no one would escape. They would be stuck in one soundproof room in the basement with no windows. The crazy thing is to this day we still have this house and Jinmey uses it right after Dad. Now that he's not here anymore Uncle Perry is now using it for his benefit. I don't know what each one of them uses it for. I vowed to never return to that house again.

He would send us down there and have a one-on-one fight with the person he needs dead. At least two people could go in that room and that would be Jinmey and me. He would choose who would fight the enemy and the other would watch just in case something went wrong. He would tell the person we would have to fight to the death. My dad, of course, would not let that happen. So, if it gets hard for one of us the person watching out would kill the enemy. This only happened to me once and that was when I first went into the creepy house.