Another Job Done

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
I'm Sammi. I'm 15 and I'm accompanied by Anna, a parent-less 8 year old. Together we preform jobs together given to us by anonymous customers. I guess you could call us hit-men. Also, is it wrong that I have feelings for my 8 year old companion?

Submitted: November 22, 2011

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I looked up behind my glasses at the brightly flickering street lamp in front of me. I had many things going through my head about tonight objective.
A small hand tugging on my shirt broke me out of my thoughts. I looked down meeting the eyes of the little blond girl next to me.
"Sammi," she spoke in the adoring voice I loved, "when can we go home? It's really cold out here."
As if trying to make a point, a small snowflake fluttered down, landing on her nose. She wiped it off briskly.
"See?" She said making an adorable pouting face. I couldn't help but to break into a smile.
"Okay, Anna," I said picking her up, "but first I have buisness to take care of."
"Another one? I thought to wiped one out last night." She said still pouting.
"I did," I sighed. Snow crunched beneath my combat boots as I walked towards a cluster of worn down abandoned storage buildings. "We're buisy this week."
In response, the girl burried her face into the crook of my neck. Despite it snowing, all I wore was a white tank top, camo pants, and laced black combat boots.
"Aren't you cold?" she asked quietly. I could tell that she was tired. I needed to hurry tonight.
"No." I replied simply.
No response.


We stopped in front of a storage building towards the middle of the cluster. I gripped the rusted handle on the garage styled door and pulled up. A puff of dust billowed out. Once it cleared it revealed a grotisque image.
There was an unconsious woman strapped to a heavy wooden table. She was naked, too. Leather straps held down her arms, legs, and neck to the table. She had a piece of dirty silvery duct tape covering her mouth.
Sadly, I was used to it. Even worse, so was Anna. She was only 8 and I was only 15, yet both our minds had been corrupted ever since her parents abandoned her. I never knew my parents. But that's not what I'm going to get into. We'll save that for another time.
Anna quickly stepped in hopeing it would be warm. It wasn't much different from outside. The air was just drier.
I followed and the door closed with a loud creaking crash. Anna slightly jumped.
I walked to the girl straped crudely to the splintering table. I pinched the corner of the tape between my index finger and thumb and ripped the tape off. It sounded like a piece of paper tearing in half.
The girl let out a agonized skriech signaling that she was wide awake, now.
I loomed over her, knowing she couldn't see my eyes behind my plain glasses. They tended to catch the glare from an unseen light all the time.
Her blue eyes were wide as she looked at the younger being above her. I smirked. I loved seeing adults fall at the hand of a child.
I took one of the old rusted and stained scalpels from the aluminum tray next to the table.
"Time to play doctor~" I cooed close to my patient's ear.
I lightly dug the object into the soft flesh of her cheek.
"Such lovely skin!" I declared. "So soft and," I paused adding a disgusted voice, "dirty! It all must come off!"
"No! Please don't!" the woman cried. Dirty tears streamed her face. The tears had streaked the dirt causing thin lines of somewhat cleaner skin beneath the storage house grime.
"Too late!" I giggle and begin slicing bits and pieces of skin off of the woman's body.
"Come on, Sammi!" Anna whined from the other side.
I had lost track of time. Beneath me, the woman laid panting from screaming, with muscle showing from where I had cut so much off.
"I'm sorry, Anna." I said, "I'll finish now."
I picked up a thin metal pole from the tray. In one motion I plunged the pole deep into the womans blue eye. Blue. So blue they were. Now, they're gone.
I dropped the pole. Blood now stained my tanktop.
I turn around to face Anna. With a smile I said, "Ready to go home?"
Her face lit up as I picked her up and left the God Forsaken storage room. Burrying her face in my neck again, she quickly fell asleep in my arms.
Another job done. I hate and love my duty at the same time.


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