Completely finished 1st chapter...
So this is the first chapter of my story. It's completely beta'd and whatnot. It's really long...enjoy.
Chapter.1.
I pulled open the door and started walking quickly towards the door. I was doing business here and I didn't want to come off unprofessional. The stupid little office assistant came around his big podium desk and began buzzing around me asking ridiculous questions. "Are you here to see Madame Pomprey?" Duh you dimwit; I wouldn't be walking towards the door in a hurry if I wasn't. I slowly nodded my head; this boy was getting more and more annoying; if only he knew the things I could do to him. "Well, ma'am, I'm sorry but you're going to have to sign in." I finally reached the door. I looked at the young man, probably fresh out of high school, entirely green and didn't know any better; I needed to correct him soon. "Shut up, stop talking to me you annoying twit, if I didn't have any important things to discuss with your boss I would sign in, but since I do, and you're annoying the hell out of me, get the fuck away from me or I'll put a bullet through your head. Maybe two, just to watch you bleed more." I showed him my gun just so he could know I meant business; he couldn't stop shaking. He nodded as if in slow motion, and walked back to his desk. There, that was much better. I straightened my suit jacket, gave him brief nod opened the door, and walked through.
Madame Pomprey, who I thought would be some old hag, that had a husband leave her, wasn't old at all. She was young; maybe twenties or thirties with bleach blonde hair cut into a bob, and forest green eyes which were currently boring into me. She wasn't my usual type of customer, but then again, I wasn't in the usual business.
She sat at her executive office desk with her hands clasped. This pose, I was used to. It's the "I'm trying desperately hard not to be afraid" of you pose many of the people I have worked for, jilted housewives, businessmen, and businesswomen, mostly favor this pose when around me. I think it's to hide their shaking knees, but then again, how many times are you around a professional killer?
"Hello, I don't really know what to say in a situation like this. Let me start with my name, I'm-"
"I don't need to know your name, I don't care to know it either." I replied as I sat down and crossed my legs; I must be professional. I must give her the impression that I don't care who she is, even though I just heard her name. "I just need to know his or her name, information about them, and what you want me to do to fix the "problem".
"His name is Harry Potter, he's my ex-fiancé and I want him dead. He cheated on me. What I want you to do is to have him fall in love with you, and then kill him. Make sure you torture him a bit before you kill him; make sure he knows what it's like to bleed on the inside when someone you love fucks you over." The light and anger in that woman's eyes shocked me a little. She seemed like a scared little woman when I came in the room, now she's talking about fucking people over. Twisted. I nodded ever so slightly, to let Madame Pomprey know that I was listening. She continued. "He's currently living in a house in London, the muggle London of course who would wanna live in the other London when you're that famous? Anyways, he loves animals, and uh
I narrowed my eyes. I had no freaking clue what she meant by "muggle London", but whatever. Famous? This was going to be good. It's kinda fun to figure out things on your own about your target instead of people just telling you things, it makes it more difficult and joyous when you pull that trigger and put a bullet through their head. It's much more satisfying. "Is there a time frame as to when you want him dead?"
"July 31st; which is the day he dumped me, and also his birthday. I don't care if it's this year, next year or in a million years. I just want him dead on that day."
I smiled one that didn't reach my eyes. This was so typical, everyone who hired me wanted the target to be killed on a day that either they were dumped or on some other important day. In my line of business, it got quite boring to hear such things. I know so many dead peoples' birthdays now; it's a shame.
"About payment," she began, "I'll wire you eight million now, and eight million when the job is done." I nodded my head. The bitch better pay me nice if this Potter guy was famous. I was very pleased to know I wasn't getting the shaft. Years in this business taught me never to smile when you are dealing with a rich "bad" person's money. They get very paranoid, and they get suspicious easily. But all that money, who wouldn't smile? That's one of the reasons I got into this job, cash, and lots of it. But even this was steep for me. Who the hell was this man? But I don't even care that my soul is going to hell, and the target's family hating me, I just want money for when I quit this job for good.
I rose slowly out of the chair, and walked to the door. I was about to pull on the knob when she spoke. "Be careful, he's a womanizer, he loves beautiful women like you. You may just fall under his charm. Because of that, I'm going to keep tabs on you, and if I feel that you're falling in love with him for real, I'll have you killed." I turned around to face her. “That won’t be a problem; I don’t fall in love with anyone.” I gave her a look that said, “I mean business bitch”, and left; past the quaking little office assistant, down the elevator and out the door. I just don’t get why some people have to kill others to feel satisfied enough. The best revenge is to get on without them. Oh well, it didn’t matter to me, I still get the money, and at the end of the day, that’s all that mattered.
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I'm always dead tired when I come back from a job or a meeting. I don't know what that is all about. When I enter my apartment, I always feel a sense of calm come over me. My apartment is the best, if I do say so myself. It's a part of my soul if you will. Ever since I started this business, I've been putting my heart and soul in this place. It has all the secret spy compartments that I need for my "job", yet it has the nice "homey" look. The perfect balance I think. That perfect balance cost me a cool nine hundred thousand. But oh well, it's all in a good day's work, and for me, I truly mean that, I also have some weird trinkets in my house that I picked up from medieval stores. I don't know… I've always been drawn to that sort of thing. Call me odd if you want to, I've been called worse.
As I was putting my luggage away, my little fur ball of love came running up to me. Minnie is another chunk of my heart, and she is the only thing/person that I can even think of loving. I didn't go looking for a cat, she came looking for me. I remember coming home from a particularly bad job, when I saw this cute little thing just sitting on my doorstep. She looked at me, I looked at her. We kinda just stared at each other for about a minute or so. It was one of the oddest things that had ever happened to me. It was like she was sizing me up, which was odd, because cats don't do that. She seemed to realize this, because after a few more seconds, she started meowing. My heart pretty much melted, after just seeing her. Her nice dark coat was fluffy looking, and what appeared to be marks of glasses around her eyes. I thought that was pretty unique, how many cats have that sort of thing around their eyes? I remember just opening the door, and Minnie following me. The rest is pretty much history.
I went out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, with Minnie following me closely, which is something she always does. I fed her of course, and while I was walking out, I realized how hungry I was. Sometimes, I skip meals, and from the sound of it, I missed about two. I knew I was screwed, because I hadn't gone food shopping before I left, poor me. Thankfully, my piteous soul was saved, when in walked my savior carrying takeout… followed by my nosy neighbor, Mrs. Brown. If I killed for fun, that woman would be murdered.
I grinned, and almost threw myself onto him. He had food! I was so happy; I didn't even care about Mrs. Brown.
He set down the food, and sauntered over to me. I let my eyes grow big with happiness. He grabbed me and twirled me around, and I let out a squeal of delight, as I wrapped my legs around him. Mrs. Brown chuckled. We gave her one last show, ending it with a sloppy open-mouth kiss. Mrs. Brown clasped her age spotted hand to her ample bosom, and simpered "you kids are too cute." Yeah, we're kids compared to her. She's roughly the age of dirt.
As our show ended, I giggled, and said "Tom, darling, I missed you so much!" Professional killers are the best actors. Fucking Oscar winners we are. If only she knew what really goes on between us, she'd be in a world of surprise. "Tom" clasped my hands and replied "I have missed you something terrible Susan. You gotta tell me how Hong Kong was."
Ah, so that was where I was for the past week. I hate that name. Susan. It's not even mine, we just decided it was the most vanilla name we could think of, and so we chose it. I'm also working at some random PR company, where I have to go all over the place for fairly long periods of time. Covers up what I really do, without irritating people like Mrs. Roberts asking too many questions. "Tom, do you have to go to work tonight?"
"Oh, no. I must've done something wrong, because I boss is spitting nails at me." I merely nodded my head. That's our code to see if Tom is staying at my house or going to his and his partners. Yes, you guessed it. Tom is gay. He and his partner Jacob, who by the way is lovely, live across town from me. Tom doesn't work. His name isn't even Tom. He tells me to call him Chester in private, even thought I know isn't his real name either. He's an ex-killer, but the money god has been very kind to him, so he retired quite early. He stays here in the mornings under the pretense of sleeping from work, and goes home at night. The perfect cover I'd say. No one knows except for me what he does. If Jacob knew, it'd break his poor little gay heart. I guess Tom is staying here tonight.
I was tired of talking, and lack of nourishment has cut off my acting skills. "I'm starved Darling, let's eat, ok?" Tom kissed my forehead, as we began to set the table. Mrs. Brown went around Tom, and put out a place setting for herself. I laughed with delight, but the thought of enduring her much longer was killing me inside. Tom smirked at me, his eyes full of mirth. I was in for a long night.
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Finally, after practically pushing Mrs. Brown out of the house (but only after promising to tell her everything about my trip to Hong Kong) was I finally able to drop the act. I sank into my chair (which cost 9,000 dollars) and waited. I knew Chester was going to bug me about my job. He always does that, and the thing is, I don't mind. He's been around me that long.
I remember how I first met him. I was around sixteen, and I had been in foster care for most of my life. I don't know who my parents were, or how they died. I bounced around different shelters, and I could never get adopted. No one wanted me; everyone thought I was too damn creepy. I'll agree with them too. All I did was sit in corners and stare at people. I never talked, never laughed, never smiled. I didn't do anything, except sit there. I was finally adopted by these people named Joseph and Mary. I thought to myself, great, some vanilla ass people with biblical names to boot. What a bore. But I was wrong. They were about as "unholy" as you could get. Joseph came home everyday, yelling and screaming at his wife if everything was not to his liking. If a dog hair was on the couch, he'd yell at her and beat into a bloody pulp, and still expect her to make his dinner right and proper. I would watch their interaction everyday. It made me sick to my stomach when I watched him hit her, and then she would just continue about her chores, while the blood would drip from her nose and cuts. She sickened me.
After he was done with her he'd saunter over to me with lust crazy eyes, and start telling me how I was the only proper woman in the eyes of God. Yeah right, that fucker. He abused me in so many ways. He lusted after me everyday, but he hated me also. I scared him. When he finished beating Mary, he would take me to his special room and "love me the way men should love women" he liked to call it. From the time he laid me down on the bed to the time he was finished "loving" me, I would never stop screaming. I was surprised that no one ever heard me. I remember that my voice would change; it would get deeper, and have a slight hiss to it. I screamed about how he was hurting me, how I hated him. The first time we "loved" it scared him so much he left the room without even finishing. The second time, he slapped me until I shut up, which didn't work, something happened then, because he never touched me after that. I heard him talking to Mary one time, about how I must be evil. When we were loving the second time, my eyes turned fully red, pupils and all. He never talked to me after that, and he certainly never touched me.
Mary hated me the moment she saw that Joseph wanted me. It drove her crazy when she found out what went on between me and him. I didn't want what he was giving to me, but in her mind, I was trying to come between us. She liked to punish me for being so unholy. She loved locking me in closets without food for hours, and hitting me. But her favorite was "cleaning" me. Every night, for bath time, she would fill the tub up with boiling hot water, and make me sit in there until it got cold, freezing cold. I'm guessing in her mind she was cleaning me of all the filth that I put her husband through. When Joseph told her about what happened, she immediately said I should be put up for adoption. Such an evil child would not be welcome in their Godly house.
In the months that I was with them, I became skinny. I had to wear long clothes, because of the whippings that I got. They finally talked to me one day. They looked at me, and said that I was getting the hell out of their house tomorrow. It was the first time that I smiled. I smiled a big smile at them…I was leaving! I was on cloud nine that whole day, even Mary's sour glances couldn't deter my feelings. But my happiness didn't last long. That night, Joseph tried to love me again. This time, I was in too much shock to even try anything. Why couldn't he just leave me alone? I was leaving the next day, why did he have to touch me and make me feel so filthy? I started crying and curled up into a ball when he finished. He got this twisted look on his face as he watched me naked, and sobbing. He tried to stroke my head, but I pushed his hand away. He laughed and slapped my face. I continued crying, I didn't even flinch. I guess he became disgusted with my pitiful form, so he spat on me and left.
I stopped crying after what seemed like hours. I had come to a conclusion, Joseph and Mary must pay for the pain they cause me. Something snapped in me, I couldn't just sit there and let that filthy fucker and that crazy bitch abuse me anymore. So I waited until I knew they were sleeping in their "coffin room" I liked to call it. I crept in silently…but that's all I remember. To this day, I cannot remember what happened. All I remember was being really angry, watching them sleep, immersed in their sick twisted ways, the next thing I knew I heard screaming, and then they were dead. They didn't have any bullet holes or anything; I just saw that they weren't breathing anymore, and blood was seeping out of their eyes. It scared the piss out of me… literally. I left a big wet stain on the carpet. I had no idea what to do, but before I could even freak out, there was a knock on the door. Something told me to answer the door, so I did.
There stood a handsome man of about twenty-two with these gorgeous black eyes, and nice dark skin. I remember thinking he was dressed so oddly, in some type of robes or something like that. He didn't waste any time, he just told me he was sent to pick me up, and to come with him. By who, I didn't know, but it didn't matter to me. So we left before anyone could know that Saint Joseph and Mary were murdered. He told me to call him Chester, and so I did. I never asked me anything more, he never told me anything more. He never left my side after that, and he basically took me on as a protégé. He taught me the tricks of the trade, so to speak. I killed my first person while I was with him about three months after the "incident". It was a little bit after that when I discovered that he was gay. It was his lover that I killed. I didn't care though. It wasn't like I was in love with him or anything. I saw Chester as more of a father figure than anything else. So whenever we kiss, it's like kissing my father or something. Not very fun for me, or him. Again I say us professional killers are fucking deadly actors…the deadliest.
Chester cleared his throat. He was staring at me. I rolled my eyes, and waved my hand in a gesture that said "ask away". He sat down on a chair across from mine, and leaned forward with his hands in his lamp. He always gets so damn excited when he hears about my jobs.
"So how was it?"
"It was fine, borderline on boring even. The guy was a major asshole, so I did the world a favor and got rid of him quickly."
"How'd you do it?"
I raised an eyebrow at him, but replied nonetheless. "I sliced his throat from ear to ear. He seemed fond of smiling, and I wanted to him to at least die looking happy."
He shuddered, then grinned. But the grin quickly faded.
"Did anything happen while you were away?"
That question threw me for a loop. He never asked that, what the hell did he mean by that? I was puzzled beyond belief, but I chose not to let him know I was. "I don't believe so."
He nodded. "Good, good," then promptly started to stare off into space. The conversation dwindled out, leaving the room comfortably silent. It was fine for me, because for Chester and I, we didn't need to talk to feel comfortable. We had been sitting there for a bit, when I uncurled myself from the chair and stretched. Chester jumped. How odd, he never acts like that, but whatever, I won't ask, because he probably won't tell me.
"Where are you going?"
I stared at him. "I'm going to sleep. I'm pretty tired."
"Oh…when is your next job?"
"I should leave tomorrow, but I'm thinking I'll leave next week. I don't wanna travel anywhere right now."
He nodded his head, but I could tell he stopped listening when I told him when I was leaving. "I'll go get you some sheets." He nodded again. I walked over to the hall closet, with Minnie following me. I brought back the sheets to Chester, who nodded his thanks.
As I was walking to my bedroom, I couldn't help but think, how wonderful it would be to finally be done. I have well over enough money to retire. This job would probably be the last one before I change my name, take Minnie with me, and move from my wondrous home. I'll maybe even adopt a baby from Africa. Doesn't matter, I'll be done. I chuckled as I pulled the blanket over me and descended into a deep sleep.
Long ass chapter. Well the second one is even longer...hehehehe! My beta told me to make it really angsty, so I did. Hence the part with Mary and Joseph. Lalalala. I'm hungry. I'm off to go look for fewd.
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Chapter.1.
I pulled open the door and started walking quickly towards the door. I was doing business here and I didn't want to come off unprofessional. The stupid little office assistant came around his big podium desk and began buzzing around me asking ridiculous questions. "Are you here to see Madame Pomprey?" Duh you dimwit; I wouldn't be walking towards the door in a hurry if I wasn't. I slowly nodded my head; this boy was getting more and more annoying; if only he knew the things I could do to him. "Well, ma'am, I'm sorry but you're going to have to sign in." I finally reached the door. I looked at the young man, probably fresh out of high school, entirely green and didn't know any better; I needed to correct him soon. "Shut up, stop talking to me you annoying twit, if I didn't have any important things to discuss with your boss I would sign in, but since I do, and you're annoying the hell out of me, get the fuck away from me or I'll put a bullet through your head. Maybe two, just to watch you bleed more." I showed him my gun just so he could know I meant business; he couldn't stop shaking. He nodded as if in slow motion, and walked back to his desk. There, that was much better. I straightened my suit jacket, gave him brief nod opened the door, and walked through.
Madame Pomprey, who I thought would be some old hag, that had a husband leave her, wasn't old at all. She was young; maybe twenties or thirties with bleach blonde hair cut into a bob, and forest green eyes which were currently boring into me. She wasn't my usual type of customer, but then again, I wasn't in the usual business.
She sat at her executive office desk with her hands clasped. This pose, I was used to. It's the "I'm trying desperately hard not to be afraid" of you pose many of the people I have worked for, jilted housewives, businessmen, and businesswomen, mostly favor this pose when around me. I think it's to hide their shaking knees, but then again, how many times are you around a professional killer?
"Hello, I don't really know what to say in a situation like this. Let me start with my name, I'm-"
"I don't need to know your name, I don't care to know it either." I replied as I sat down and crossed my legs; I must be professional. I must give her the impression that I don't care who she is, even though I just heard her name. "I just need to know his or her name, information about them, and what you want me to do to fix the "problem".
"His name is Harry Potter, he's my ex-fiancé and I want him dead. He cheated on me. What I want you to do is to have him fall in love with you, and then kill him. Make sure you torture him a bit before you kill him; make sure he knows what it's like to bleed on the inside when someone you love fucks you over." The light and anger in that woman's eyes shocked me a little. She seemed like a scared little woman when I came in the room, now she's talking about fucking people over. Twisted. I nodded ever so slightly, to let Madame Pomprey know that I was listening. She continued. "He's currently living in a house in London, the muggle London of course who would wanna live in the other London when you're that famous? Anyways, he loves animals, and uh
I narrowed my eyes. I had no freaking clue what she meant by "muggle London", but whatever. Famous? This was going to be good. It's kinda fun to figure out things on your own about your target instead of people just telling you things, it makes it more difficult and joyous when you pull that trigger and put a bullet through their head. It's much more satisfying. "Is there a time frame as to when you want him dead?"
"July 31st; which is the day he dumped me, and also his birthday. I don't care if it's this year, next year or in a million years. I just want him dead on that day."
I smiled one that didn't reach my eyes. This was so typical, everyone who hired me wanted the target to be killed on a day that either they were dumped or on some other important day. In my line of business, it got quite boring to hear such things. I know so many dead peoples' birthdays now; it's a shame.
"About payment," she began, "I'll wire you eight million now, and eight million when the job is done." I nodded my head. The bitch better pay me nice if this Potter guy was famous. I was very pleased to know I wasn't getting the shaft. Years in this business taught me never to smile when you are dealing with a rich "bad" person's money. They get very paranoid, and they get suspicious easily. But all that money, who wouldn't smile? That's one of the reasons I got into this job, cash, and lots of it. But even this was steep for me. Who the hell was this man? But I don't even care that my soul is going to hell, and the target's family hating me, I just want money for when I quit this job for good.
I rose slowly out of the chair, and walked to the door. I was about to pull on the knob when she spoke. "Be careful, he's a womanizer, he loves beautiful women like you. You may just fall under his charm. Because of that, I'm going to keep tabs on you, and if I feel that you're falling in love with him for real, I'll have you killed." I turned around to face her. “That won’t be a problem; I don’t fall in love with anyone.” I gave her a look that said, “I mean business bitch”, and left; past the quaking little office assistant, down the elevator and out the door. I just don’t get why some people have to kill others to feel satisfied enough. The best revenge is to get on without them. Oh well, it didn’t matter to me, I still get the money, and at the end of the day, that’s all that mattered.
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I'm always dead tired when I come back from a job or a meeting. I don't know what that is all about. When I enter my apartment, I always feel a sense of calm come over me. My apartment is the best, if I do say so myself. It's a part of my soul if you will. Ever since I started this business, I've been putting my heart and soul in this place. It has all the secret spy compartments that I need for my "job", yet it has the nice "homey" look. The perfect balance I think. That perfect balance cost me a cool nine hundred thousand. But oh well, it's all in a good day's work, and for me, I truly mean that, I also have some weird trinkets in my house that I picked up from medieval stores. I don't know… I've always been drawn to that sort of thing. Call me odd if you want to, I've been called worse.
As I was putting my luggage away, my little fur ball of love came running up to me. Minnie is another chunk of my heart, and she is the only thing/person that I can even think of loving. I didn't go looking for a cat, she came looking for me. I remember coming home from a particularly bad job, when I saw this cute little thing just sitting on my doorstep. She looked at me, I looked at her. We kinda just stared at each other for about a minute or so. It was one of the oddest things that had ever happened to me. It was like she was sizing me up, which was odd, because cats don't do that. She seemed to realize this, because after a few more seconds, she started meowing. My heart pretty much melted, after just seeing her. Her nice dark coat was fluffy looking, and what appeared to be marks of glasses around her eyes. I thought that was pretty unique, how many cats have that sort of thing around their eyes? I remember just opening the door, and Minnie following me. The rest is pretty much history.
I went out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, with Minnie following me closely, which is something she always does. I fed her of course, and while I was walking out, I realized how hungry I was. Sometimes, I skip meals, and from the sound of it, I missed about two. I knew I was screwed, because I hadn't gone food shopping before I left, poor me. Thankfully, my piteous soul was saved, when in walked my savior carrying takeout… followed by my nosy neighbor, Mrs. Brown. If I killed for fun, that woman would be murdered.
I grinned, and almost threw myself onto him. He had food! I was so happy; I didn't even care about Mrs. Brown.
He set down the food, and sauntered over to me. I let my eyes grow big with happiness. He grabbed me and twirled me around, and I let out a squeal of delight, as I wrapped my legs around him. Mrs. Brown chuckled. We gave her one last show, ending it with a sloppy open-mouth kiss. Mrs. Brown clasped her age spotted hand to her ample bosom, and simpered "you kids are too cute." Yeah, we're kids compared to her. She's roughly the age of dirt.
As our show ended, I giggled, and said "Tom, darling, I missed you so much!" Professional killers are the best actors. Fucking Oscar winners we are. If only she knew what really goes on between us, she'd be in a world of surprise. "Tom" clasped my hands and replied "I have missed you something terrible Susan. You gotta tell me how Hong Kong was."
Ah, so that was where I was for the past week. I hate that name. Susan. It's not even mine, we just decided it was the most vanilla name we could think of, and so we chose it. I'm also working at some random PR company, where I have to go all over the place for fairly long periods of time. Covers up what I really do, without irritating people like Mrs. Roberts asking too many questions. "Tom, do you have to go to work tonight?"
"Oh, no. I must've done something wrong, because I boss is spitting nails at me." I merely nodded my head. That's our code to see if Tom is staying at my house or going to his and his partners. Yes, you guessed it. Tom is gay. He and his partner Jacob, who by the way is lovely, live across town from me. Tom doesn't work. His name isn't even Tom. He tells me to call him Chester in private, even thought I know isn't his real name either. He's an ex-killer, but the money god has been very kind to him, so he retired quite early. He stays here in the mornings under the pretense of sleeping from work, and goes home at night. The perfect cover I'd say. No one knows except for me what he does. If Jacob knew, it'd break his poor little gay heart. I guess Tom is staying here tonight.
I was tired of talking, and lack of nourishment has cut off my acting skills. "I'm starved Darling, let's eat, ok?" Tom kissed my forehead, as we began to set the table. Mrs. Brown went around Tom, and put out a place setting for herself. I laughed with delight, but the thought of enduring her much longer was killing me inside. Tom smirked at me, his eyes full of mirth. I was in for a long night.
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Finally, after practically pushing Mrs. Brown out of the house (but only after promising to tell her everything about my trip to Hong Kong) was I finally able to drop the act. I sank into my chair (which cost 9,000 dollars) and waited. I knew Chester was going to bug me about my job. He always does that, and the thing is, I don't mind. He's been around me that long.
I remember how I first met him. I was around sixteen, and I had been in foster care for most of my life. I don't know who my parents were, or how they died. I bounced around different shelters, and I could never get adopted. No one wanted me; everyone thought I was too damn creepy. I'll agree with them too. All I did was sit in corners and stare at people. I never talked, never laughed, never smiled. I didn't do anything, except sit there. I was finally adopted by these people named Joseph and Mary. I thought to myself, great, some vanilla ass people with biblical names to boot. What a bore. But I was wrong. They were about as "unholy" as you could get. Joseph came home everyday, yelling and screaming at his wife if everything was not to his liking. If a dog hair was on the couch, he'd yell at her and beat into a bloody pulp, and still expect her to make his dinner right and proper. I would watch their interaction everyday. It made me sick to my stomach when I watched him hit her, and then she would just continue about her chores, while the blood would drip from her nose and cuts. She sickened me.
After he was done with her he'd saunter over to me with lust crazy eyes, and start telling me how I was the only proper woman in the eyes of God. Yeah right, that fucker. He abused me in so many ways. He lusted after me everyday, but he hated me also. I scared him. When he finished beating Mary, he would take me to his special room and "love me the way men should love women" he liked to call it. From the time he laid me down on the bed to the time he was finished "loving" me, I would never stop screaming. I was surprised that no one ever heard me. I remember that my voice would change; it would get deeper, and have a slight hiss to it. I screamed about how he was hurting me, how I hated him. The first time we "loved" it scared him so much he left the room without even finishing. The second time, he slapped me until I shut up, which didn't work, something happened then, because he never touched me after that. I heard him talking to Mary one time, about how I must be evil. When we were loving the second time, my eyes turned fully red, pupils and all. He never talked to me after that, and he certainly never touched me.
Mary hated me the moment she saw that Joseph wanted me. It drove her crazy when she found out what went on between me and him. I didn't want what he was giving to me, but in her mind, I was trying to come between us. She liked to punish me for being so unholy. She loved locking me in closets without food for hours, and hitting me. But her favorite was "cleaning" me. Every night, for bath time, she would fill the tub up with boiling hot water, and make me sit in there until it got cold, freezing cold. I'm guessing in her mind she was cleaning me of all the filth that I put her husband through. When Joseph told her about what happened, she immediately said I should be put up for adoption. Such an evil child would not be welcome in their Godly house.
In the months that I was with them, I became skinny. I had to wear long clothes, because of the whippings that I got. They finally talked to me one day. They looked at me, and said that I was getting the hell out of their house tomorrow. It was the first time that I smiled. I smiled a big smile at them…I was leaving! I was on cloud nine that whole day, even Mary's sour glances couldn't deter my feelings. But my happiness didn't last long. That night, Joseph tried to love me again. This time, I was in too much shock to even try anything. Why couldn't he just leave me alone? I was leaving the next day, why did he have to touch me and make me feel so filthy? I started crying and curled up into a ball when he finished. He got this twisted look on his face as he watched me naked, and sobbing. He tried to stroke my head, but I pushed his hand away. He laughed and slapped my face. I continued crying, I didn't even flinch. I guess he became disgusted with my pitiful form, so he spat on me and left.
I stopped crying after what seemed like hours. I had come to a conclusion, Joseph and Mary must pay for the pain they cause me. Something snapped in me, I couldn't just sit there and let that filthy fucker and that crazy bitch abuse me anymore. So I waited until I knew they were sleeping in their "coffin room" I liked to call it. I crept in silently…but that's all I remember. To this day, I cannot remember what happened. All I remember was being really angry, watching them sleep, immersed in their sick twisted ways, the next thing I knew I heard screaming, and then they were dead. They didn't have any bullet holes or anything; I just saw that they weren't breathing anymore, and blood was seeping out of their eyes. It scared the piss out of me… literally. I left a big wet stain on the carpet. I had no idea what to do, but before I could even freak out, there was a knock on the door. Something told me to answer the door, so I did.
There stood a handsome man of about twenty-two with these gorgeous black eyes, and nice dark skin. I remember thinking he was dressed so oddly, in some type of robes or something like that. He didn't waste any time, he just told me he was sent to pick me up, and to come with him. By who, I didn't know, but it didn't matter to me. So we left before anyone could know that Saint Joseph and Mary were murdered. He told me to call him Chester, and so I did. I never asked me anything more, he never told me anything more. He never left my side after that, and he basically took me on as a protégé. He taught me the tricks of the trade, so to speak. I killed my first person while I was with him about three months after the "incident". It was a little bit after that when I discovered that he was gay. It was his lover that I killed. I didn't care though. It wasn't like I was in love with him or anything. I saw Chester as more of a father figure than anything else. So whenever we kiss, it's like kissing my father or something. Not very fun for me, or him. Again I say us professional killers are fucking deadly actors…the deadliest.
Chester cleared his throat. He was staring at me. I rolled my eyes, and waved my hand in a gesture that said "ask away". He sat down on a chair across from mine, and leaned forward with his hands in his lamp. He always gets so damn excited when he hears about my jobs.
"So how was it?"
"It was fine, borderline on boring even. The guy was a major asshole, so I did the world a favor and got rid of him quickly."
"How'd you do it?"
I raised an eyebrow at him, but replied nonetheless. "I sliced his throat from ear to ear. He seemed fond of smiling, and I wanted to him to at least die looking happy."
He shuddered, then grinned. But the grin quickly faded.
"Did anything happen while you were away?"
That question threw me for a loop. He never asked that, what the hell did he mean by that? I was puzzled beyond belief, but I chose not to let him know I was. "I don't believe so."
He nodded. "Good, good," then promptly started to stare off into space. The conversation dwindled out, leaving the room comfortably silent. It was fine for me, because for Chester and I, we didn't need to talk to feel comfortable. We had been sitting there for a bit, when I uncurled myself from the chair and stretched. Chester jumped. How odd, he never acts like that, but whatever, I won't ask, because he probably won't tell me.
"Where are you going?"
I stared at him. "I'm going to sleep. I'm pretty tired."
"Oh…when is your next job?"
"I should leave tomorrow, but I'm thinking I'll leave next week. I don't wanna travel anywhere right now."
He nodded his head, but I could tell he stopped listening when I told him when I was leaving. "I'll go get you some sheets." He nodded again. I walked over to the hall closet, with Minnie following me. I brought back the sheets to Chester, who nodded his thanks.
As I was walking to my bedroom, I couldn't help but think, how wonderful it would be to finally be done. I have well over enough money to retire. This job would probably be the last one before I change my name, take Minnie with me, and move from my wondrous home. I'll maybe even adopt a baby from Africa. Doesn't matter, I'll be done. I chuckled as I pulled the blanket over me and descended into a deep sleep.
Long ass chapter. Well the second one is even longer...hehehehe! My beta told me to make it really angsty, so I did. Hence the part with Mary and Joseph. Lalalala. I'm hungry. I'm off to go look for fewd.
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