I’m tired of trying to succeed at
something I’m clearly awful at.
Unfortunately, I have no choice in the matter. I’m stuck in an environment I despise along
with the ridiculous amount of whining, whimpering people.
Of course, the people are only whining
and whimpering because I’m killing them, but I still don’t like it. The problem is being good at this line of
work. I don’t like causing people more
pain than I must, but finding the right place to stick the needle can be really
tough. Prodding and poking away takes
time and causes more struggling. This is
often very messy work. I have lost three
of my favorite outfits in the last three months due to excessive bleeding.
I have made a rule of not wearing
white on the jobsite. I get specially
made clothing dyed with the exact color of blood. That way it all just blends
in with my clothes.
Unfortunately, the color doesn’t
help with the smell. I have to wear
obscene amounts of cologne to keep the smell off of me.
Lately I’ve been debating getting
out of the killing business, but one can’t just stop being a hitman. I need to get a new identity and move
somewhere that my killing compatriots won’t find me. So, you can see my dilemma. I can’t really trust the people giving me a
new identity to not let all of my clients know about it.
Money goes far in this line of work
and unfortunately for me, those that hire me have more money. I am not paid enough to escape this life. If I was, I would be out of it
instantaneously. No regrets. Except that
of all the people killed under my messy hand which holds the needle. So, in other words I pretty much regret my
entire existence.
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