Finger Prints

The interview

WARNING: If you are uncomfortable with the subject of death, this chapter/part may not be for you!

Stacy got in her car and attempted to start the engine. The engine let out a loud sputter before cutting out.

"Worst timing!" Stacy screamed into the parking garage. A man getting out of his car looked at her for a moment, and then marched into the office building. "Could today get any worse?" Stacy whispered to herself. She just decided to walk instead of drive.

As Stacy walked up to the door of the voting room, she felt an uneasy presence. She  just passed it off as paranoia and began the interviews. She started by asking questions about their protocol.

"So are you required to attack who your told? No matter what? Say your assigned target was a child, or a family member. Would you still attack?" Stacy questioned a troop.

"Yes." The troop replied. "We are required by our list of rules to attack or kill anyone we are told"

"List of rules?"

"Yes. We were all instructed to read the entire list before we were given any missions."

"I see" Stacy writes down some info, then continues: "So what are you classified as?"

The troop paused. "People know us as the hunters."

Jim was tired of all this by this point. He fell onto a torn up couch and dozed off.

Water. Blood. The taste of metal starts seeping into Jim's mind as he walks down a long corridor lined with torches and paintings. The paintings were a series lined up so you could see each one. Jim examined these for a while before continuing down the hall. The paintings showcased a little girl looking for a cat. Then a man appeared wearing that same mask as what ever that thing chasing him last night was. I'm the next piece, the girls head was gone. These art pieces looked like they were drawn by a four year old.

As he walked the hallway started to slant down to a basement door. Jim opened the door and what he finds makes him sick.

The little girls body is laying there, bleeding from where her head should be. Jim gages and almost pukes. He backs up as he sees a certain mask that freezes him to the spot. After regaining his senses, he bolts to the other end of the corridor. Jim never thought he could run like this in his life but somehow, it happened. He felt a sharp pain in his back and he knew that this was it. He was going to die.

Jim woke up in a cold sweat. He looked behind him and realized that a loose spring had stabbed him in the back. He let out a long sigh and sat there, staring at the door. Had he sent a little girl to her death? Was she ok? And then he realized something, he should report this to the police.

"Why did I not think of that before?!" He pestered himself. And with that, he bolted out the door and started in a sprint to the police station.