Nightmares (A SeaMexican Fanfiction)

10 Years Later (Adam POV)

Adam POV:

-10 Years Later-

I walk the streets of New York looking for my target.

Female

Caucasian

Forty Three

Lives....

"Here." I say as I look at the small apartment complex. "Third floor." I mumble to myself and head inside the building, by opening the squeaky entrance door. I act like I've been here many times, and go straight into the elevator across the entry room. Once in the elevator I press the button for the second floor and the elevator takes a moment, then opens. I exit the elevator and find the stairway that is located at the far end of the hall. I slowly and quietly walk up the stairs to the next floor. I open the door, surprised it doesn't creak open like the front door did, and walk into the empty hallway on the third floor. I walk down the hallway looking for the right door number. I finally find it halfway down the hallway and begin to compose myself outside the door. I unbutton my jacket to show my lowcut V-neck shirt, put on my black leather gloves, and knock on the door.

I hear someone on the other side quickly coming to the door, then I hear the locks on the door being unlocked. I am met by the face of my target, with the stupidest grin on her face. I am pulled into the room and kissed, I kiss back trying to make her believe I'm the person she's looking for. She ends the kiss quickly and smiles at me, the turns her back to close the door. Big mistake. I grab my gun from the back of my pants and quickly attach the silencer, then, with no hesitation, I shoot her and she falls to the ground, somewhat causing the door to slam closed. I look her over, making sure she's dead, then walk over to the window, aware there is a fire escape. I exit the apartment out of the window and close it behind me, then I pull off my trusty leather gloves and shove them in my pant pocket. I reach into my jacket pocket and pull out a travel size mouthwash, I pour the entire travel size bottle in my mouth and climb up a level of the fire escape, spitting it into a nearby plant. Then I climb down the fire escape, careful to use my jacket as protection so my fingerprints don't show up on the fire escape.

I reach the ground and pull out my cellphone, dialing my employer's number to tell them it's done.

"Any problems?"

"No sir, you cut all the camera's right?"

"Of course, SeaNanners. I wouldn't risk my best assassin getting caught."

I let out a small sigh of relief.

"Can I take my vacation now, sir?" I ask, hoping this was the last one for a while, because it's starting to take a toll on me.

"SeaNanners, you have one more and then you have my word that you can take a vacation. Alright?"

"Yes, sir." I say, not hiding my disappointment.

"Your target this time is different, Nanners. His profession is a video gamer and he goes by the name of GassyMexican. He comes from a troubled home and has tried to kill himself at least once. To be honest Nanners, I have no idea why we're killing him... he seems like he is a good guy. Check him out first, okay?"

"Sure, boss. Umm.. you got a real name I can track him down by?" I ask, not expecting the answer I got.

"Yeah, it's..." he stops for a moment and I hear the shuffling of papers "Oh! Here it is.. his name is... Max Gonzalez."

My blood runs cold and I almost fall over from shock. Apparentally I didn't respond for a bit, because the boss was screaming my name.

"SeaNanners! You there?!" I clear my throat.

"Yeah, sorry boss. I'm here. I'll find out why he's a target. Bye Sark."

"Alright, if there are any problems let me know. Check in tomorrow. Bye Nanners."

I hang up the phone and put it in my pocket, then walk out of the alley I'm in and walk down the sidewalk for a few blocks, then I go into a nearby parking garage and get into my car, driving away from the person I just killed in the apartment building.

I drive for quite a while and the only thought in my mind is What have you done Max?