The Job [nh]

1. Kill

He found it quite funny how they thought he was incapable of following through. After all these years, and they still thought he couldn't handle things. Cute.

"You know boys, I'm pretty sure I have things covered here." He yelled over his shoulder as he motioned to the bloody mess of a man in front of him.

"We're just following orders, Mr. Horan. And besides, we have to dispose of the body once your finished." One of the men shouted in a quivering voice from the shadows of the warehouse. Niall rolled his eyes. Fucking wimps. They were almost twenty years older than him, and could barely stand the sight of a dead body.

"Fine. Well, I'm almost finished anyways. Hopefully you boys don't mind a big mess." He smirked and walked to his table of toys. He'd already pulled three teeth, broken four ribs and a tibia, and cut off a finger or two. Maybe he could finish with suffocation? Or electrocution? He chose the latter.

Niall pulled the large jumper cables from underneath the table and walked back to the man.

"Well, Mr. Brants, it's almost time for me to go so we'll have to finish quickly." The mans eyes widened and he started yelling through his duct tape and wresting with the rope and handcuffs keeping him tied to the chair.

"It'll be quite painful, not gonna lie. But it'll be fun, just you wait." Niall smiled and secured the mans wrists to the chair and prepared to attach the jumper cables to Mr. Brants ears, who was crying by now.

"Oh, no! You almost let me forget the best part." He ruffled the mans hair and walked back over to the large bucket of water underneath the table. Niall carried it over to Mr. Brant and splashed it all over his body, careful not to get wet himself.

"Now. Now, we're ready." He turned the cables on the highest power level and gripped them in either hand.

"It was fun working with you Mr. Brant." Niall clamped the jumper cables on the mans ears and stood back to watch. The sizzle of the electricity was music to Niall's ears, as were the screams of terror coming from the burning man. Niall just stood, chuckling, as the man writhed and collapsed backwards in the chair. The body kept going like that for about two more minutes before it went still, only spazzing occasionally because of the electrical currents.

He turned off the cables and took one last glance at his work. I did a good fucking job, he thought to himself.

Niall turned to two men standing in the back of the warehouse and smiled.

"Have fun cleaning this one up!" The men nodded, their eyes wide at the sight of the still sizzling man.

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Yes, I know this is short. It's just an introduction to Niall's job and personality in this story. The next couple chapters might be short too, but bear with me. I'm very knew to writing extensive pieces so... yeah. Well, I hope that satisfied you for now. And if that scared/creeped you out, I suggest not continuing with this story :)