| I envy people in this world who go to work every morning with a smile on their faces, humming a tune as they look forward to their day. I hate my job. Though, in the defense of my job, at least I don’t have to sit in an office for eight hours a day staring at the same four walls, day in and day out. I suppose I shouldn’t complain though. After all, this job that I hate has provided me with a beautiful house and plenty of travel opportunity, not to mention an expensive red sports car. I’m good at what I do, probably the best around. I guess they’re right when they say that practice makes perfect. I’ve been practicing for years. I’ve had a couple of close calls, but I’ve never gotten caught. I don’t plan to, either. I figure another year or two of this kind of work, and I can retire, maybe get married and start a family. I started out my career as a cop. I liked that well enough. A servant of the public, a righter of wrongs. How ironic that all seems now. I think it was the lure of the money that led me to where I am. As a cop, an under the table bribe was not unheard of, though not encouraged either. But how far can an few thousand dollars a month get you? Not far enough for me. Being an officer did help me to become what I am now though. Take, for instance, last night’s assignment. If I hadn’t been a cop, I ‘d never have known about alarm systems. Getting into that house last night was a little tricky, but I managed ok. Nothing broken or harmed in any way. When I was done you couldn’t even tell I’d been there. I’ve found that most people in this business get caught right in the beginning, usually with the alarm system, especially the silent ones. I used to be curious about the people that were assigned to me. After a few jobs though, I realized that it didn’t really matter. What mattered was the cash that I got at the end of each job. And let me tell you, it’s a lot of cash. All of my supplies are provided for me. I don’t know how they do it, but when I wake up on the morning of a new job, everything that I need is in a box on my kitchen table. I never hear them come in, and I never hear them leave. I tried one night to stay awake to see if I could catch them, but it didn’t work. I only dozed off for a little bit, but that was all the time that they needed. It’s probably better that way anyway. The less I know about those people, the better it is for my health and well being. |
| How about a story? |
| Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions, and you are a conqueror. Kill all, and you are a God. While this statement has been proven true over the centuries, how can it be properly justified? When one man kills another, be it out of anger, a fit of jealous rage, or insanity, the person is deemed criminal and sent to prison, or even sentenced to death. Is the death penalty the correct way to handle this? If you’re telling someone that it is wrong to kill, is it right to kill them? When millions are killed in wars, this is called the work of heroes. Murderer if you are just one, yet hero if you are many. It’s for the good of our country, is what we’re told. How can killing people ever be good for our country? Kill all, and you are a God. Nuclear war. Very scary concept. All it takes is the word from one person, and we are wiped out. Civilization as we know it is over. That one person, that God, holds the power to snuff out the lives of most of the people on this earth. And then when life begins to rebuild itself, we face the same problem: Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions, and you are a conqueror. Kill all, and you are a God. |
| Some Non-Fiction |
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| Sometimes the box on my kitchen table contains dynamite, sometimes a knife, sometimes nothing more than a piece of paper with an address and a floor number on it. Those are the easiest kinds. It’s quick, doesn’t require too many tools. The hardest part is making sure that the fall looks like a suicide or accident, and not like they were pushed. Yesterday’s box had a gun in it, complete with bullets and a silencer, gloves, and some tools to help with the alarm system. It was pretty late when I got to the house. There were no dogs around, thank goodness. Sometimes those damn animals make things difficult. A few months ago I almost got caught because of a bird. Can you imagine, a whole job almost blown because of a bird? A quick twist of the neck shut that animal up. Anyway, no pets this time. I went up the stairs to the woman’s room. She looked so quiet and peaceful, sleeping in her bed. I couldn’t imagine what this sweet looking woman could have done to make her my target. She must have really pissed someone off pretty badly. I had already loaded the gun and put the silencer on before I got into the room. She never even woke up. There’s a spot in the head that when shot, doesn’t produce much blood, but kills instantly. It took me quite a few jobs to get it just right. It gets really messy when it’s not done correctly. Sometimes, right at the end, the victim looks at me with such pleading in their eyes that I want to let them go and get out of there. But I was lucky this time. It’s much easier this way….for both of us. After I finished, I left the same way I got in, setting the alarm and locking the door behind me. This morning when I got up, I heard on the radio that the killer had struck again. Even though no clues had been left behind, the were assuring the public that the killer would be caught. Maybe sitting in an office every day wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Or I could settle down and get married, maybe have some children. I think I’d make a great mom….what do you think? |
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