Papa can I kill you

Chapter 9

I was in extreme pain, worse than most of the pain I've ever experienced. My mind is all hot and aches like a migraine. Basically feels like I'm getting burned alive while being hit like a drum and my heart sting, feeling like it's getting eaten away. Was this karma for all the bad things I did in my old life? 'You can give me pain but not this child. For hell's sake, she's still a child!'

I think I might die. I'm not sure. I thought the pain was going to last forever but it stopped after-I don't how long. I'm just glad it stopped. I heard voices talking and that stirred me up from my sleep. I opened my eyes and I subsequently felt the effect of being tired. I wanted to sleep again but at the same time, I didn't want to. My sight got clearer and saw my father with his back at me and walked away. "Pa-pa." He didn't stop even when I called him. 'I wonder what's going through his head. I know he heard me but maybe he doesn't want to see for a reason I don't know and don't care.' Watching him leave like that made me feel oddly sad. Maybe because I got used to his antics and teasing but seeing him leave like that made it unbearably painful for me.

I went back to sleep as my eyes couldn't stay open. 'I miss spending time with others. I miss those days with my junior. I also miss the days of being alone. Truly how low I've sunk to go that deep end of the pool.' I remembered the nice happy times I spent with my coworkers and my junior. It was the best times I've ever had.

December 25 XXXX

It was Christmas Day and I was stuck on an assassination job. 'Is it only me or are there a lot of people wanting to kill other people these days.' I haven't been able to get much of a rest from all those requests and so I've been working my butt off. "I really should've taken that offer for time off." Regrets in life. I have too many to count.

I was perched on a tree and looked through my scope and saw a happy family of four. A mother, father, and two young kids about the age of 9; a girl and a boy. My targets were Gumo Aruyama age 32. Dealt in illegal drug trades sometimes human trafficking. If you noticed me saying targets yep it's a whole family massacre.

I watched the happy family celebrate their Christmas with happy faces. 'Ok I get that part with that dad but my client must be a douche if he's wanting a whole family dead.' I aimed at Gumo with my finger on the trigger ready to fire. I noticed something strange to find the daughter pointing at the tree I was hiding in. 'Damn it's always the kids!' I looked back at my scope to find Gumo had noticed me but it was too late. I had already pulled the trigger. The bullet crashed through the glass porch door and straight in Gumo's head. Mission half success. The mother freaked out and quickly took the kids. I got down from the tree and went straight for the porch door hitting it with my feet and shattering the glass. 'Well louder than I thought but I don't care because it's Christmas.'

I looked to see the mother reaching in her pocket. 'Oh damn.' I pulled out my knife, speeding to the mother with two-step jumps, and sliced her throat. Blood came pouring out like a fountain and she fell to the ground. She struggled for barely a second and rested in eternal peace.

I looked behind me to see the kids huddled together with blood splattered on their faces and clothes. 'Oh, my this is the worst part.' I sighed and stabbed both of the kids in the throat. Quickly ending their pain. I got up and went to their bathroom and changed into my spare clothes which were a hoodie and black pants. I left through the front door. Others would come by and clean up this mess. I'm only tasked to kill and that's all. 'Another job well done...What the hell am I saying? Well, time to add this to the list of nightmares I'll be having.'

I walked in the cold night and watched the snow fall. If I had a choice then I rather kill them when they're asleep but the thing is my client is a piece of shit and "specifically" I shall quote said, "Kill when they're having dinner on Christmas day." I don't get it. They're still gonna die. Why not give them some time but it's not like I can really complain since can't I reject any requests that come my way. It's so dumb that I feel like I'm becoming dumb. 'I need a vacation.'