I Kill People For A LIving

A job is a job... right?

I kill people for a living. I know what you are thinking. That’s awful. You may be thinking I am a psychopath. A monster. My friends, I am not the monster. I am just the closest thing to one that your human brains can compare it to. No...I am not the monster. They are. Let me backtrack a little, back to the summer of 2016. The day that I killed the innocent child in me and replaced it with something a little more… fitting for the job I am currently.

That was the summer where I dropped out of college to work at my father’s farm. I was inside of the house feeding the dog when they came. My father was at the grocery store four miles out, so I had the house to myself. They came in a shiny black van that pulled onto the gravel driveway. The van door opened and three men stepped out, wearing black and white suits that just screamed: GOVERNMENT. Or at least that’s what I thought they were at the time. I… am not so sure now. One was white with no hair. One was African american. The other was also a white bald dude. I almost laughed at how this seemed like something out of a cheesy movie. I was half expecting them to tell me that a UFO crashed in my yard or something like that. Instead, they offered me a job. 

“Do you want a higher paying job?” One of the bald white guys asked. Just like that. No context. Just: “Do you want a higher paying job?”. I was still in my pajamas and all I could do was stand there and stare, confused. The man repeated the question with a bit of annoyance.

“What kind of job?” I asked. I should have said no. I should have told the guy that I wasn’t interested. But the thing was… I was interested. It’s not often something like this happens to guys like me. Nobodies. College dropouts. I had no special skills. I wouldn’t say I am a good person or a bad one. I was nobody. Maybe that was why they asked me. I was… am expendable. The man said I would track down fugitives and be given the training to do so. I would be paid a generous amount. I couldn’t refuse the offer. Who would? Especially if they are a nobody like me. It made me feel important. Special. Our desire to have a purpose in life, to feel special, will be our downfall. I would swear my life on it, although that doesn’t really have much value anyway. I said yes.

And here I am. I even got my own house with the money. I had to sign a paper I barely read and it probably wouldn’t have made much sense. Later, I realized I was signing my life over to them. They now own me. My body. My life. It didn’t matter to me. I couldn’t get my head around the money I would be getting and I couldn’t get my head around the fact that I wasn’t going to have a boring life after all. Ha. That was one thing I wasn’t wrong about. I was then put through training. Hand to hand combat, Long ranged weapons, short ranged weapons, basic survival skills. You would think that I would be about to be dropped in a warzone with the stuff they were teaching me. But I didn’t question it and now I realized why I was taught the things I did. Anyway, that isn’t the important part of my story. I just wanted you to know a little about me. 

My first assignment was Sebastian Algorez. All they said was that he escaped (they didn’t say from where and I learned not to ask questions) three weeks ago and intel has spotted him currently located hiding in a small fishing town on the coast of Oregon. They gave me the address. I had one question that I figured was safe to ask.

“How do I bring him back?”

The man gave me a look and said the words that stopped me cold.

“You don’t.”

See, I had it in my head that I would bring each “fugitive” back to their prison or whatever. I mean, yeah, I figured I was going to have to defend myself but I never thought I was going to have to kill someone out of self defense. I guess I should’ve known from the rifle training I was given. And I knew I couldn’t walk out. In the back of my head, I had a feeling that if I refused to kill this man, then that would be the last time I would refuse anything at all, if you catch my drift. I could do nothing except get in my car. My hands were shaking as I turned on the car. I was not okay with killing someone. I didn’t know if I could kill him. I spent the rest of the drive thinking about this. I knew that I had to, if I wanted to live. Besides, the man was a criminal. He was probably a serial killer or something. Or something. There was one more thing that bothered me. The man who briefed me told me to “aim for the head”. I don’t know why that bothered me more than the fact that I had to kill him.

A few hours later, I pulled into Depoe Bay, Oregon. I parked my car at a hotel. I didn’t need to track him, I already knew where he was, I just needed to kill him without anyone finding out. I didn’t have a time limit, which was helpful, and it took all week to get the nerve to kill him. I first had to find him. Once I did that, I tried to learn his daily routine. Sebastian had a thin frame and long black hair that went down past his shoulders. He had pale skin, really pale skin, and looked like there was something wrong about him. Most people on the streets tended to avoid him, suddenly deciding that perhaps the other side of the sidewalk had better scenery whenever they saw him. The fact that this guy looked like a murderer made me feel slightly better knowing that I had to kill him but not much.

Sebastian went to work as a janitor for the town’s only office building at 9pm. He was home from work around midnight. It was easy to break into his house. I picked the lock to the front door and made sure to lock it behind it. Careful not to disturb any objects in the house, I made my way to the spare bedroom and hid in the closet. I waited til midnight, when I heard his front door unlock. I heard commotion in the kitchen. I was tense. I didn’t want to be here any longer than I had to. Finally, I heard him make his way upstairs. The footsteps paused outside of the spareroom and for a moment, I was convinced he knew I was here. He knew.
The footsteps finally carried on and I heard him do his nighttime ritual, then go to bed. I waited until I heard his heavy breathing from the adjacent room. I put the silencer on my pistol and I quietly opened the door and crept out of the room. His bedroom was cracked open. I slowly, and quietly, opened it. The room was dark and I could make out something under the covers. I crept towards the shape where the heaving breathing came from. I could make out Sebastian’s face, looking at me. I froze up, then realized his eyes were closed. I relaxed and raised the pistol to his head. Was I really going to kill another human being? In the sleep? I hesitated. That was my mistake.

Faster than I could react, Sebastian’s eyes open (were they completely black or was that just my brain?)  and he threw the blankets he had on top of him over me. I squeezed the trigger, then threw the blanket off of me. I probably should have done that in reverse, but I was panicking. Once I got the blanket off of me, I realized that he wasn’t on the bed or in the room. He escaped. I cursed. The higher ups are going to be furious. I turned around to leave the room and felt something wet drip from the ceiling and onto my neck. I looked up and screamed at what I saw. There, on the ceiling, was Sebastian, his hands and feet on the ceiling as he hung from it in a crab walk position. I ran out of the room and I heard him drop onto the floor. What was that thing? What have I gotten myself into?

I ran out of the room and shut the door behind me without looking back. I ran into the hallway and heard something slam into the door. Then, a thud as something hit the ground of the hallway. Once I reached the end of the hall, I flicked on the lights and turned around. The door was knocked off of it’s hinges and Seb- no not Sebastian. That thing was standing at the end of the hallway, twitching. The thing’s long black hair covered it’s face. I raised my gun and sent three bullets into its chest. It’s blood left splatters as the bullets exited out of its back. The blood was black in color. It took a step back from the shots and then he- no, it started to laugh. It was more of a cackle and it raised its head, letting the hair uncover its face.

Whatever that thing was, it was smiling at me. It’s skin was pure white in the light. Liquid poured from the holes in its chest and it just laughed. It pointed a finger at me, which now looked more like a claw to me… or was that just my imagination?

“It’s not very nice to break into someone’s house and shoot them, ya know,” The things voiced sounded like multiple children were speaking. To this day, thinking of its voice sends chills down my spine. It was almost too… innocent. I sent two more bullets into it. One hit it’s where I thought it’s heart should be and the other hit it’s arm. It just took a few more steps back with only a look you get when you get stung by a wasp, not having two pieces of metal pierce its body. Not lead bullets, in case you were wondering. Those don’t work.The bullets for the gun I was given were silver coated and blessed, whatever that means. The creature laughed again, then started to sprint towards me. I somehow remembered the advice I was given. I adjust my aim for it’s head.

I fired the whole clip at its head. And missed every single one. Before you judge me, I was never a good shot. And have you ever tried shooting a malevolent entity as it rushed towards you? That’s what I thought. So shut the hell up. The creature slammed me into the wall, the frail thing showing more strength than I thought it was capable of. The gun flew out of my hand, not that it mattered. Then it threw me down the stairs. I landed on my left arm and I heard the snap before I felt it. Then, excruciating pain shot up my arm. I  cradled it with my right hand as I scooted myself on my back until the living room. The creature jumped down the whole set of stairs and landed quietly on its feet. It turned towards me. I let out a whimper as it took a step towards me. I started to scoot more frantically, not caring where I was going, as long as I was away from it. 

It then did something impossible. It jumped onto the ceiling and stuck, defying gravity. It began to crawl towards me with surprising speed. I scooted much faster, but within a few seconds, It was crawling over me. It slowed it’s pace and looked down at me with those… god those pure black eyes. I swear when I saw him in public, he did not have any of these features. It was moving the same pace as my scooting, all while smiling at me the whole time. Black liquid leaked from its smiling mouth and dripped onto me. Then, in one swift motion, it turned it’s body so that the chest and head facing towards me while his hands and feet stayed onto the ceiling. It reached a hand down with incredible speed and picked my up by my shirt, without choking me.

“What are you?” I whimpered. The thing smiled even more, which I didn’t think was possible. It brought me closer so that it’s mouth was by my right ear. I could smell it’s breath, full of rot and decay. It whispered three horrible words, pausing between each to take in a wheezy breath. Those words haunt me to this day.

“I...Am...You…”

Then, it lowered me and opened its mouth. I thought it was going to take a chunk out of my throat or face, but that was not what it had planned. Instead, black tentacles resembling those of an octopus’ came out of his mouth. Three, to be exact. Each suction cup was lined with teeth. The thing was making gagging and choking sounds as the tentacles came out of his mouth and attached themselves around the back of my head. I felt little tiny pinches as the small teeth sunk in. I remembered I had a combat knife on my belt. I took the knife and jammed it into the side of it’s head with all my strength. Black liquid spurted out of the room and the thing dropped me. 

I landed on my arm and blacked out from the pain. When I came to, I was lying on my back. I turned my head to the side and looked into the now normal eyes of the creature.I screamed and scooted away from it. From it’s lifeless corpse. With my one free hand, I pulled out the device from my pocket that had one button and one purpose: to call The Backup. I should’ve pressed the button when I was thrown down the stairs, but my head was too muddled with the horrors I saw. 

I had to wait an hour, but eventually men in unmarked bulletproof vests and assault rifles poured into the house.  I was put into a gurney and carried into the hospital. As I was being carried out, I saw men in white hazmat suits make their way into the house, probably to dispose of the body. Everything went into a blur. I couldn’t unsee what I saw. I was not surprised though. I knew that there was more to the job then just killing a fugitive. I had a feeling since those men pulled into my driveway. I knew. Yet I pushed that feeling into the back of my head. I was startled from my thoughts when a man opened the door to the room I was staying in. It was the African american guy that was there when I was offered the job.

“What was that thing?” I croaked as he sat down in a chair besides my hospital bed. My arm was in a cast and I was hooked up to multiple machines monitoring my heart rate and… something else. The man looked as if he had this conversation.

“A fugitive, “ he said simply.

“That is not a f*****g fugitive!” I shouted. The man’s demeanor changed. He leaned forward and I saw anger in his eyes.

“That was a fugitive and that is what they will remain to you. I came here to let you know that once your arm heals, we have a new assignment. Don’t ever raise your voice at me and don’t ever, ever question me again. Got it?”

I could only nod. He got up and began to leave the room. Before he left, I asked him one more question. Something I had to know. Something that was eating me up from the inside.

“I don’t have a choice, do I?”

The man gave me a sad look that answered my question.

No, I didn’t.

That is my story. My next briefing is tomorrow. I was assured my next target was human. I don’t know if that is a good or bad thing. I don’t care anymore. I am not the monster. I’ve seen monsters. No… I am not the monster. I can’t… I don’t want to think that I am. It’s the only way I keep my sanity.

Reviews

[hullab]

Breath of air and I was needing it, accessed your short via Discover with a story only filter "I Kill People For A Living" was the standout, popped up after viewing 20 others all respect to them but yours is worthy of review. Thought your beginning was a bit weak, came alive in the middle with a surprisingly imaginative action sequence and overall was quite racy, ending felt a bit cobbled but I enjoyed the read.

[ItStaredBack]

Thank you. I appreciate the review. I am releasing part two later on and am going to update the first one. I wrote it and posted it within an hour. I didn't think that many people would like it, so I didn't take the time with it. However, I have been working hard on the next one. Thank you!

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Wow it kinda chokes me from thee top to bottom. It was a nice thriller. Dialogues have been the most difficult part for me but it was easy here and also the descriptive part. You're doing great at your age, I haven't yet learned to do this, not with thrillers at-least. I write romances mostly and they lose their beauty after a point. Great write, there's always a chance to improve.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Omg excellent you need to seriously publish

[ItStaredBack]

Thank you! I appreciate the feedback. I am currently publishing on creepypasta.xyz for most of my stories. I was planning to make a four part series, but I am uncertain at the time. Thanks Julie!

[genocide]

A very good story it’s kind of like the x files

[ItStaredBack]

Thank you for the feedback, genocide! I appreciate it when people take the time to review other people's writing!

[genocide]

Hopefully you can review some of mine

[ItStaredBack]

I tried to the other day, but it says I gotta be 18 or older. And I am currently 17 but maybe I can change that or something.