short+story

I woke up. It was 6 o’clock my head was pounding and had a light glaze of sweat from the party the night before. Then I clued in, this is the day I need to go to Italy because I was hired to take out a family, but this wasn’t any family I’m talking about the mafia. The mafia families are known and feared all over the world and I had to take one out alone. I got out of bed quickly and got changed. I was just hoping I wouldn’t miss my flight. I didn’t. I just made it in time to get a check out. This was the first time I didn’t have to worry about the guards finding weaponry in my bag because this time I got the weapons when I land. On the plane all I could think of is if I will be able to take out even half of them. I mean this is what I was trained for but I still get nervous before facing death right in the face. After I got of the plane I had to go meet the guy that was giving me my shipment. The thing about getting a shipment and not bringing your own weapons is that you aren’t used to the guns and I don’t have any time to tweak them. As I picked up the shipment of guns I also needed to pick up a car. I decided that an lamborghini would suit my standards so I bought it from the car lot. Then I went off for the first kill I figured that there would probably be a few hundred people in this family and if I wanted to get them by the end of the month I would have to take them out in groups. Normally I would do this with my partner but last mission he broke his leg so he would just hold me back.

This is when I made the first kill it was just off of Florence it was 10 of them they were making a deal with another family I could of taken the people in that family to but I didn’t want that much on my hands, so I just waited till they left then I killed them normally this would disturb people but I’m so used to seeing death that it doesn’t bother me any more. After I took care of them I kept one to interrogate. I’m glad I chose him because he didn’t fight back afterwards I had to take care of him. I didn’t want to I wish I could have just let him go but he would have told his family so I tried to do it as quick and painless as possible. That night I slept in a hotel and used a fake name because I knew they would be searching for me. When I was almost a sleep I heard a noise out side my door quickly I grabbed my revolver it only had 3 shots in it I figured that’s all I would need then the noise went away. They were gone or so I thought suddenly 2 big guys barged in I shot 1 but before I knew it the other one was right in front of me and grabbed my gun quickly I punched him in the gut enough to make him spit blood at me but not enough to keep him down before I could realize he threw me against the wall. I could feel my head get heavier but I knew if they took me I would be dead so I grabbed the knife out of my dresser and sliced at him it only got his shoulder but before I could swing again he took out his Patton and struck me over the head. That was the last thing I could remember.

That is when I woke up not knowing where I was and even who I was all I knew is that I was in a bad position. As soon as I gained my conscience I realized who I was but still didn't know were I was. I did know that I was heavily guarded because if they were smart they wouldn’t let me go. I knew that they knew I wouldn’t lose a fight again. I knew this because I was tied up from head to toe in a big metal room I have got out of worse situations but it was easy and this place will not be either. After a few hours of struggling to break free I finally got my arm out. It was all up hill from here it only took me about 20 minutes from then to get the rest of me out. No it’s the tricky part I have to get past hundreds of guards I’m assuming. Once I broke the hinges on the door I quickly ran out of the room. In the hallway there wasn’t anybody here. This was strange when I would of thought there would be lots of big people securing the room. It didn’t make any sense to me until I saw the dining room. There were probably a hundred people lying on the floor dead. It looks they were gassed. Which didn’t make sense to me. I came here alone. That’s when I saw him. It was my teammate but his leg it was broken. Its like it was healed. Nothing made sense to me maybe I was still asleep and it was all just a dream except the club mark and the massive head ache felt so real. It wasn’t a dream. Then he came up to me and all he could say was “That was a lot of people, eh?” and then I laughed just laughed until I remembered how his leg was better. But before I could asked he was all ready telling me “I found a fountain just out side of LA so I took a sip of it and BAM!! My leg felt like I never broke it in the first place. Then I tried calling you to ask if you needed any help but you didn’t pick up so I thought I would come and talk to you in person…and well here I am.” I had so many questions to ask like how he found me, were exactly did he find this fountain but I decided to leave it alone.

Just as we were about to make it back on the plane the most unexpected thing happened. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder then I look at my partner and he drops in a puddle of blood I look at him as the pain is increasing and I see a hole in his head I turn around and I see a man with a gun in his hand and then I try to stand tall but the pain is to much I drop unable to get up. Then I close my eyes.