If I could laugh, if I could go back..
I would play dead even though I am alive, right?
I thought to myself as I wait next to the train tracks. The cold embrace of night engulfs me, slightly illuminated by the flickering lights. The cold mist permeates through the area, with some puffs of snow forming on the ground. I checked my phone. It was 1:26 AM.
Seems like I have been waiting for 24 minutes...
I put the phone back into the pocket, and as I contemplated going back...
"Yo." A haughty voice tears through the silence.
I turned around to see a blonde male. His face, vulgar and filled with scars, a testament to the atrocious things he has done. His gold necklace and brass knuckles shine in the dark.
"Oi. Answer. Were you the one that called me out here?" He demanded with a slightly irritated tone. Well who wouldn't be? Everyone else is already asleep and yet he's called out here during the dead of night.
I just silently nodded, trying to not be suspicious.
"Tch, speak up won't ya, ya damn bastard. Then, let's get down to business. Who do you want me to kill, and any extra requests?"
I raised my right arm, with a metal bat in hand towards him.
"With this bat? Ya damn strange ya know"
I'm aware, because the one who is dying to this bat is already in front of me.
Whatever, as long as I'm paid handsomely. Now, who's the targ-" His sentence is shortly interrupted by a cracking noise, and his body slowly falling to the ground.
Before he could finish his sentence, I struck him in the head with my bat.
He should be concussed for a short while. Now's the time.
"OI!!! IT FUCKING HURTS YOU DAMN BASTARD! ARGGGG!!" He screeched in pain while directing eyes of madness towards me.
"I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU BITCH!!!!"
He screams, as he gets up and charge towards me.
"TAKE THIS YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"
I took a step to the left, dodging his attack. While he tries to regain ground, I quickly perform a low sweep kick, knocking him down.
Well then, we don't want the execution to be annoying, so let's cut off any chances of escape. I swung the bat down.
*Crack*
The bat collided with the man's legs, dislocating both his joints.
"ARGGGGGGGGGHH!" He wriggles around while wailing in pain.
"You have been working in the underground society for this long and yet you still don't know a thing." I mocked him as my footsteps take me towards the helpless victim to deal the finishing blow.
"Isn't it strange that your movement seems duller than usual? Well then, let me tell you. You know what happens if your head takes a direct hit from a blunt object, right? Or are you that stupid to not know such basic medical knowledge? Then let me tell you, injuries can range from bruises, broken blood vessels, and even nerve damage. At best, you will be left with a concussion. Still, that's enough to hamper your movement."
Why am I explaining this to a soon-to-be dead man again? Oh well, who cares.
"Now, don't move around or else it will be painfu-"
"WAIT WAIT WAIT!" My words were interrupted by his cries.
"WHO EVEN ARE YOU, WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? YOU BETTER KNOW ME AND HOW MUCH POWER I HOLD. THINK TWICE BEFORE MESSING WITH ME!" He frantically shouted.
I pulled out my phone and scrolled to the yesterday news bulletin. At the top of the section, there was a red, big headline portraying the horrors that unveiled that day.
"Couple subjected to a hit-and-run"
Upon pressing on it, an article pops up:
"A tragic incident leaving a couple dead. The female was sexually assaulted before being subjected to multiple stab wounds in the chest. The male was found not far, hanging off the nearby building."
His face showed a hint of surprise, but soon morphed into a disgusting grin.
"You did this, didn't you? The cops weren't able to track down the murderer, but the dumpster nearby had a jacket with your blood on it."
"SO WHAT? THOSE FUCKERS HAD IT COMING FOR THEM! THAT FUCKING CHICK WAS DAMN HOT!" He screamed in joy, recalling the tragedy that he caused as some kind of sick game.
"I PINNED HER DOWN AND SAVORED HER SWEET BODY RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER DYING BOYFRIEND! THEIR FACES BACK THEN REALLY WERE FUCKING PRICELESS!" He continued.
"So, you really did it? Not like I expected much." I just exclaimed as I sigh.
2 deaths for only a few minutes of enjoyment.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT HUH? ISN'T IT FINE TO DO WHATEVER YOU WANT IF YOU HAVE POWER? WEAKLINGS SHOU-"
*crack*
His passionate speech comes to a halt as I smash his head with a full force swing. His neck twists in an impossible angle, his body lifelessly stop moving.
Disposing of these guys are never fun. They scream some morbid nonsense only to amount to nothing.
Still, what's done is done. Time to dispose of the body.
I took out a matchstick and light a cigarette.
"Fuuuuuh" The warm smoke fills my lungs, calming my mind. The sensation is akin to that of drinking coffee, nulling my senses temporarily.
Yeah, that's better. I can think clearly now.
Although no one visits these parts, police still patrol these areas to ensure the railway is in usable condition. Wouldn't want any homeless people turning this place into their home. But that means I have to hide all traces of this murder.
I pulled out a big plastic bag and stuffed the criminal's body into it. Cumbersome work, but if authorities caught wind of this, it won't end with just house arrest.
Next, I dragged the bag behind an abandoned warehouse and set fire to it. The bones didn't burn, so I buried them underground.
I pulled out my phone to contact the client:
"Mindfreak reporting, target deceased."
"Thank you for your service. The reward should be with the agent." A distorted voice replied.
Obviously, it isn't their real voice, since no one is stupid enough to leave clues that could be traced back to them. Anonymity is the name of the game after all. It's an iron-clad rule to use a voice changer over calls.
I texted my agent to confirm the money has arrived, and thanking the client before destroying my phone. Calls can be linked back if the phone is usable, which necessitates destruction after each case, for the privacy and safety of the client and the contractor. Of course, the money to buy these phones are provided by the client, so I can't go bankrupt.
After cleaning up everything, I heave a heavy sigh. Under the cold temperature, my breath appeared as white mist. I should get home, drink a cup of hot chocolate, and take a rest. I have school tomorrow.
I silently walked away from the scene, unfazed and uncaring as the veil of darkness brings the curtain down on another monotonous day.