The world is
cruel. The world is unfair. Those with wealth and power possess the globe. Then,
they trample on others’ back and do whatever they want to do. This happens in
my world. When I was young, my parents were killed in fire catastrophe in our apartment
building. All I could bear in mind was a mysterious man saved me that night
when I fainted. He trained me well with his fighting skill and raised me to be
an assassin. One day, I was offered to work with a secret agency. What I could
say, they paid me more. Highest bidders won. So, I served them. I left the old
man to pursue new career. When I was 25, titanium was injected into my body.
They took out my soul and I became a cold and merciless killer with no sense of
humanity in my heart. Human with a devil soul. That was me. It was proven by
all the successful tasks that I had accomplished throughout my career.
It was a cold and windy night. I was at my private room polishing my
guns and cleaning up my stuff. As usual, it took half an hour to revise the
plan. I was already ready for the task tonight. Before leaving, I took my
suitcase and red cigarette box on the dining table in the kitchen. My red sport
car rayed its front light. I started the engine and let the Audi R8 warm. 5
minutes of waiting and the car was ready to be on the road. It was already 3 o’clock
in the morning. I drove the car fast and steady on the road as the road was
free. I was given 10 minutes to accomplish completely the assignment. After 30
minutes of driving, finally I reached at The Mirage, a well-known night club in
California. The car was parked safely behind a store opposite to the club.
That night job flowed just like what
I had planned. I left him with his wine glass full of blood and two shots right
on his forehead and his neck. The differences between last night and the other
nights were only the venue and the condition. I worked alone that night.
Usually, when I squeezed the trigger of my pistol, the people around would
scream on top of their lungs and chaos would fill the atmosphere just like when
a cat lost its kitten. But last night was different. Perhaps the speakers at
the club were too loud and most of the clubbers were too drunk to realise and
notice what was happening around them. It eased my job. The man I killed begged
for my mercy. He was on his knees pleading me to spare his life. I ignored him
as if he was just dirt that I had to get rid off. They had already warned him. Yet,
he did not listen. I was programmed to kill those people who hardly to pay back
what they had done. They must get what they deserved to get.
I was
caught red-handed that night. I was not able to flee. I was brought to the
police station and the truth was exposed as the man that I took his life was
actually the son of a police commissioner. I was tortured, I was abused.
Mentally and physically. I was stuck in jail for a week until the Big Boss came
to bail me out. I was fortunate, really fortunate because if Big Boss did not
show up, definitely I would be hung to death.
Until
one morning I woke up with an envelope and a red rose on my bed next to my
pillow. I was totally shaken when I tore the envelope to disclose the content.
It was a picture. A picture of Big Boss. My next assignment would be to destroy
the Big Boss. I was in dilemma. I took the whole day to consider it as the
payment was extremely handsome. Thinking I could quit after that, I accepted
the offer. I thought the killing would be effortless as I was trusted by Big
Boss but I was wrong. Instead of killing Big Boss, I was killed by his men. I
was shot on the head, in the middle of my eyebrows. I fell to the ground
regretting how brainless I was as at last I apprehended that the assignment was
actually a trap of Big Boss to get rid of me because I failed in the previous
assignment. It is true what people say. Do not play with fire if you do not
want to get burned. Yet, I was stubborn. I played with fire and I got burned to
death!
Danial, 505
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