The one that kills

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is the story about the one that kills,for money,for fun,sometimes for food,He is,by any definition,A murderer.

 

I am the one how kills, I am the one to fear from, they don’t know me, not before they die, and certainly not after, they don’t know I'm coming for them, they don’t know why, they don’t know how they will die, they don’t know when, but sometimes, just before I pull the trigger, and release them to their never ending sleep, sometimes, I can fell them, I can fell the bullet hitting me. A second, before it hits them.

So road of my to not introduce myself, my name is MAX, or at least that's how they call me. "I'm looking for MAX, they told me he is the kind of person how does all kinds of jobs…" sometimes it's like they are afraid of the word "MURDERER", as if they are afraid to admit what they need. Don't get me wrong when someone says "I'm here for the killer" it is offensive, but not as offensive as "A person how does all kinds of jobs". Anyway, my name is MAX, and I'm A killer. It's really that simple, no bullshit just killing things, why thing? because I don’t kill only humans, deers, bears, ex-wipes, ALL kinds of creatures, I hunt my own food, I kill my own targets, really simple. Except not, sometimes I feel as if it’s the only thing I know how to do. Don't get my wrong I'm a very skilled person, but killing people is so hard to some people, that the ones how can do it are considered as  "skilled", if they are good or not. Don’t worry about me thou I am very skilled, so skilled that I don’t even have to do it ,I have so much money I can just buy my targets and do whatever I wont whit them, why killing? For tow reasons actually, first being that people how need my are real DICKS, and I just LOVE taking their money, no ,really ,one person asking to kill Ander? Why? And secondly but not less important, I love the pain. Not the victims pain oh hell no, I like the pain I give myself. Every time A nattertarget dies I can fill it, likemy hart gets pounced  in the balls, so why should I like it? Because it remains me I'm human, it remains my that it's so easy for me to pick up a gun and end someone's life, but I'm not immortal ,and if I ever stop, even for one second, if I stop believing I'm human, thinking that I'm something special, that would be the moment, when I die. 


Submitted: April 11, 2012

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