Isolation-#Wattys2015

Isolation-#Wattys2015

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I went into this job thinking it was just another bug hunt, some Scientist dude who got careless with his vials and spawned nothing more than some blood thirsty flesh craving fruit fly or a huge snake. I thought it would be in, kill the monster, get paid and then go be my normal lazy self while I waited for the next job to come up. I assumed it was nothing to twist myself over. I was wrong. Dead. Wrong
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It was a baby. A demon baby. His arms were spread, and legs pumping joyously. He saw me and smiled. No teeth. No horns. Red skin. My stomach tightened. I just killed his parents. My eyes went up the fire escape to the window to the apartment where his parents died fighting me with nothing more than a kitchen knife and baseball bat. I had a good supply of guns. They were each shot at least three times. A baby. Fuck. What do I do? It started raining. Drops were hitting him on the face. His bright eyes and cheery demeanor turned uncertain. Then he pouted, water forming in his eyes. I was a Hunter. I should put him out of his misery. It would be so easy. Ten more grand today. One bullet. Just one. I steeled myself and pulled a gun. "Make it fast, a mercy shot." I breathed out, and put the barrel to the head of the baby demon. He looked in my eyes to save him from this wetness all over him. He didn't even know what a gun was. I couldn't do it. I breathed out. "Shit!" I holstered my gun and picked him up.

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