An Eviler Evil
AN: I didn't end up continuing last week's plot. I was but, well, my characters wouldn't cooperate. I hope the three prompts are visible in the piece :D I also apologize for my naming, I couldn't think of anything else. Enjoy!
Remorse had no place in his life. Frankly, David thought that feelings of any sort were absoluetely useless and only served to keep him from getting anything done. In an occupation like his, any weakness had a good chance of landing an excellent employee into the nearest prison. Still, there were times when even he couldn't stomp out all the guilt he felt.
It was a Friday night. On top of the old Miller building, David was watching the aftermath of, what was on his part, a job well done. Twenty stories down, he could clearly make out the still figure of Fernando Giovanni sprawled lifeless on the bloodied pavement. That was David's doing, of course, and there was no doubt in his mind that he had done the world a favor.
But as much as he despised Giovanni, David couldn't take his eyes away from the little girl who was shaking the corpse in desperation. David had seen her walking hand-in-hand with Giovanni minutes before he fired the bullet. Now, from twenty stories up, he could pick out her cries from the growing din of the spectators surrounding the body.
"It won't be long before the cops get here, you know."
The speaker, David's accomplice, stepped up beside him and joined in watching the scene. The man, Paul, served as a lookout for him on most jobs and served as a back-up in case David failed on an assignment.
"We have time," David replied, keeping his eyes on the girl who was now screaming for her father.
Paul noticed the expression on his face. "You didn't expect him to be with a kid, did you?"
He shook his head.
"Neither did I," Paul admitted. "I didn't even think disgusting scum like Giovanni could be a father."
In his mind, David had to agree. He knew Fernando Giovanni to be many things, from drug lord to philanderer, from murdurer to thief. Being a father didn't fit into any of that and, frankly, he wouldn't have still believed otherwise if proof wasn't staring him in the face.
"She's only got to be around seven, or eight," Paul thought aloud. "What do you think?"
"Younger than that," he answered succinctly. David wasn't in the mood to talk and Paul's attempts at conversation only irritated him.
His accomplice appeared to take this hint and didn't say anything more.
The silence, though, did nothing to help David's mood. It only forced him to think about the fact that he had just left a kid fatherless. And the more he thought about it, the more it wouldn't leave his mind.
He had to stop now before he made himself completely useless.
"Paul, let's go," he said, finally forcing himself to look away from the scene. The other man nodded and they turned to head down the building's roof level.
"You okay?" Paul asked as they descended the steps.
He nodded. "I'm fine," he replied. "Completely fine."
It was a lie. David knew it wasn't the last time he would be thinking about Giovanni's little girl. It would be a while before he could finally smother the sound of her crying in his mind. He would do it eventually, or go insane trying. Remorse had no place in his life.
Remorse had no place in his life. Frankly, David thought that feelings of any sort were absoluetely useless and only served to keep him from getting anything done. In an occupation like his, any weakness had a good chance of landing an excellent employee into the nearest prison. Still, there were times when even he couldn't stomp out all the guilt he felt.
It was a Friday night. On top of the old Miller building, David was watching the aftermath of, what was on his part, a job well done. Twenty stories down, he could clearly make out the still figure of Fernando Giovanni sprawled lifeless on the bloodied pavement. That was David's doing, of course, and there was no doubt in his mind that he had done the world a favor.
But as much as he despised Giovanni, David couldn't take his eyes away from the little girl who was shaking the corpse in desperation. David had seen her walking hand-in-hand with Giovanni minutes before he fired the bullet. Now, from twenty stories up, he could pick out her cries from the growing din of the spectators surrounding the body.
"It won't be long before the cops get here, you know."
The speaker, David's accomplice, stepped up beside him and joined in watching the scene. The man, Paul, served as a lookout for him on most jobs and served as a back-up in case David failed on an assignment.
"We have time," David replied, keeping his eyes on the girl who was now screaming for her father.
Paul noticed the expression on his face. "You didn't expect him to be with a kid, did you?"
He shook his head.
"Neither did I," Paul admitted. "I didn't even think disgusting scum like Giovanni could be a father."
In his mind, David had to agree. He knew Fernando Giovanni to be many things, from drug lord to philanderer, from murdurer to thief. Being a father didn't fit into any of that and, frankly, he wouldn't have still believed otherwise if proof wasn't staring him in the face.
"She's only got to be around seven, or eight," Paul thought aloud. "What do you think?"
"Younger than that," he answered succinctly. David wasn't in the mood to talk and Paul's attempts at conversation only irritated him.
His accomplice appeared to take this hint and didn't say anything more.
The silence, though, did nothing to help David's mood. It only forced him to think about the fact that he had just left a kid fatherless. And the more he thought about it, the more it wouldn't leave his mind.
He had to stop now before he made himself completely useless.
"Paul, let's go," he said, finally forcing himself to look away from the scene. The other man nodded and they turned to head down the building's roof level.
"You okay?" Paul asked as they descended the steps.
He nodded. "I'm fine," he replied. "Completely fine."
It was a lie. David knew it wasn't the last time he would be thinking about Giovanni's little girl. It would be a while before he could finally smother the sound of her crying in his mind. He would do it eventually, or go insane trying. Remorse had no place in his life.