100 Theme Challenge #78

78. Joy

Cold wind hit my body in waves plastering my hair against my cheek. It was so cold that night that I probably would have froze to death without my thermal suit. Nothing was stopping the wind from the rooftop I was crouched on. I adjusted my night vision goggles, eyes never leaving my prey. This would be an excellent night, I could feel it.

The man was walking around in the local market, buying himself some food for the night. I watched him as he made his way to some homeless persons and dismissed them, not once glancing at them. This man was a billionaire businessman, he earned his money by stealing it from others. He was corrupted to the core.

I followed him, leaping from building to building and always keeping a safe distance between us. That part was one of my favorites, the joy of spying on someone who had no clue they would die sooner than later. The feeling was better than anything else.

When he got home, I entered through an open window on the first floor. Perhaps he didn't think killers couldn't climb brick walls. I came in his bedroom, stepping in it for the first time. It didn't look like the bedroom of a life runner, it was white and light blue with family pictures on the walls there even was a dog statue on the dresser. I didn't have to dwell much more as I heard steps in the hall. He went in the bathroom to do his business, and I sighed. There was no glory about killing a man on the toilet. I silently went down to the kitchen, browsing into the drawers until I found a snack. I let it on the counter when he came back down, and I heard with amusement his gasp of frightened surprise. It was all too funny. He then became angry, shouting in annoyance. 

He verified the front door, then the patio; the windows. Everything was locked. And here I was chuckling to myself as he became a poor little puppy. He probably never felt the same before; never felt this anxious and in danger without his desk or his bodyguards to protect him. His wife had been killed a few years ago by one of his enemies after he tried to double him, which went successfully but not for his wife who was kidnapped and tortured and hung on camera, and he hadn't flinched, yet it seemed the last bits of humanity in him had died with her. It only angered the devil inside him, he became even more blood-thirsty. Of course, he had his revenge, and much more. It was always funny to watch humans fight over pieces of paper, a sad truth of their values. I myself wasn't doing the killings for money, but that's for another story.

His only son was sent aboard to keep him safe, but he loathed his father after what he did to his mother. He didn't seem to care, which he really didn't; well my victim wasn't lead around by a mere thing that was feelings. On that, I agreed on, but not the rest. I wasn't saying that my profession was better than another one, but at least I wasn't killing good people for no other reason than to steal the money they so hardly earned. I killed them for other purposes.

I vanished in the shadows of the living room, lurking behind him as he continued to curse and mutter under his breath. I softly blew on the back of his neck, and he turned around.

"Who the f-"

I hit his chest with my palm, making him fly through the room, and he landed in the couch. Quite fitting.

"A lady doesn't kiss and tell," I smirked. He went to get up as I approached, but his face contorted in pain and his body lumped in the seat. "You shouldn't move, the poison will only travel faster."

"Poison?" He asked, hissing in pain. I showed him my ring.

"Cute and deadly, Mister Valles."

He shifted, clutching his chest, where I hit him. "How do you know my name?" He asked. I was in a light mood though, so I indulged him.

"I did some researches on you, what do you think. I'm no amateur hitwoman." I installed myself in the love seat beside his, watching him struggle with life.

"Tell me, how does it feel to know you're dying, and that there's nothing you can do about it?"

He spat towards me, and it landed on the carpet. "Go to hell."

I cracked a smile. "Oh, but I'm afraid the devils are already here." 

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