It was a stormy, new moon night – time for my job once again. While getting ready with all my tools, I heard footsteps. It was her. The child – my first one. Ignoring her, I tried to focus on my goal of the day. It was a fisherman.
Allegedly, he was my contractor’s competitor and he wanted him out of the way.
As I set out, I was confronted by a little girl standing at the middle of the road, trying to block me. It was her again! I could no longer bear her constant presence and shot in the same manner as the first time. Only this time, she did not cry. She laughed on my face while disappearing into the thin air.
I reached the spot, set my aim and shot the man. I packed my devices and hurried back.
“I will just take the money and move across the city. This was my last contract killing and after receiving the promised sum for my mother’s operation, I would leave the city and live a dignified life”. I reiterate as I had promised the little girl in lieu of her leaving me alone.
This little girl was my first kill, and her shrieking has not let me live ever since the dreadful night when I had killed a 5 year old. She has always been around and distracted me from contract shoots.
I just wanted a peaceful life, if the departed souls let me, that is.
