One Last Bullet

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
What would you spend your last bullet on? Would it be spent on a good deed or a bad one? What would a hit-man spend his last bullet on?

Submitted: April 17, 2015

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Benny was never proud of his work as a hitman. The end of a human life could get bloody, but that was what he wasn’t proud of. Blood would stain into his clothes and flesh, just to sink into him. He’s been in the business for fifty years, but then was put with his partner, Richard.

Richard was a new contract killer, newer and more dangerous. His mind isn’t the mind that uses the thinking skill, but more rather, does what he feels is the worst punishment. He was someone who puts psycho in psychopath.

“Ben,” Richard cheered while riding in their olden Buick, “Think the boss will assign another traitor?” he had so much excitement in his voice, it was almost as if he had been a child at Christmas. Benny just kept his snarled lip up and straight face forward as he kept driving, driving to his destination.

“Tell me,” Benny finally said breaking their silence, “Tell me, Rich, about your last kill.”

“Oh man!” Richard jumped slightly in his seat, “Okay, so boss said this chick was the only way to keep things going the way they needed to. He said she was the solution for the problem. He gave me specific instructions.” Benny looked over and smiled at his young accomplice.

“I remember my first kill,” he said softly, “Please, tell me more.”

And Richard started his story…

Past: June 20, 1999-

There was a knock on the door at Lexie’s apartment, confused she walked over and looked through the peephole to see a deliveryman with a box. It might have been her late birthday present from her father. Lexie squeaked in excitement.

She was in her late twenties, but yet had that innocent teenage girl image, her hair was different colors that were just unnatural colors. She was full of life and cheerful love for anybody who needed her. Though she barely seen her father around, she was still his little girl and that’s exactly why she wanted to rip into this late birthday present. She opened the door, “Hi!” she cheered, “Just set it beside the door.”

The man in blue nodded and smiled as he set the box down where she pointed too.

 

Present:

“Let me tell you,” Richard chuckled, “This girl was so naïve. Just all around excited for nothing.” Benny could contain his smile for his young friend, the growth of a killer was something no one usually sees.

The trees rushed pass them, as if they were running away from where the car was heading. Although, who could blame them if they were?

“Well, your first kill will always be with you,” Benny said, “Please. Continue, don’t let me stop you.”

Past:

Lexie stayed in the corner, beaten black and blue as the man in blue picked up the box and sat it on the couch, “Please,” she coughed, “Don’t kill me.” The man just grinned from ear to ear as he used his knife to slit open the box it’s unforgiving sharpness. Lexie’s tears trailed over her swollen eyes as she held herself while sobbing.

The man in blue opened the box and pulled out a pink elephant statue, “Oh, how cute,” he grinned then stared at her.

 

Present:

“How lame is that?” he chuckled, “Who likes pink elephants?”

“I don’t know,” Benny shrugged his shoulders, “I guess there are some idiots out there.” Soon enough, the trees soon ran away and now mountains were coated in sand. Sand and prickly cactuses.

“I’ll say,” Richard chuckled, “Who dyes their hair that anyway?”

Past:

Lexie lay there in the corner, without any signs of movement or glances of hope. It was all drained into the polished wooden floor and sunk into the cracks and lines. The man in blue stood over her with the, now, red elephant in his hand while he rubbed blood splatter off his face.

It was a sight scene for him, the sight of blood was just a pleasure that wasn’t guilty for him. He couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of seeing her lay there and knows that he did a good deed.

He pulled out his phone and dialed up a number, “Yeah, boss? It’s done. She’s dead.” He let the glass statue slick out of his hand and shatter underneath him. Pieces fly everywhere on the floor with a shatter and echoed through the room as it stayed silent.

 

Present:

“What are we doing?” Richard ask as Benny got out of the Buick and stood in the middle of the desert. Benny pulled out his hand gun and held it close as he also joined Richard in the sandy hills.

“We are waiting for a deal,” Benny said calmly then sat on the hood of his car, “We do those too, you know?”

“I guess. I’m just pumped. Pumped for blood,” his hand twitched with the thought.

“Why don’t I tell you about my recent kill?” Benny ask. Richard was like a child hearing a fairy tale as he nodded and looked at the hills of sand in amazement, “I killed Vinnie.” Richard’s head jerked back just as Benny shot one of his legs out making him fall into the dirt. He yelled out in pain, as if the merciless creatures would help him out.

“What?!” he screamed holding his legs, “Vinnie! How?!”

“It’s quite simple,” Benny said, “If you’ve known a man for fifty years, you have a tendency to know their weakness.” He shot out his other leg making him cry out in pain as his blood soaked up into the gains of rock.

“Why?” he ask with his voice cracking. Benny bent down and placed the gun to Richards head.

“Well it’s simple,” Benny teased with his gun, “He had a hit set out. A hit set out that was supposed to keep me in the business.” Richard stared up at his teacher in betrayal, “And this hit…was done by the most idiotic man I’ve ever met.”

The air seemed to have aged as they stayed there with the sun dying down, not wishing to witness such act. Benny leaned down to Richard’s ear, “You…killed…my…daughter.” Then, without any second thoughts, Benny used his last bullet. 


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