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The shadow drawing on the grey wall by the dim light, the man stepped closer without a sound nor hesitation. At this moment he is a cat, or a much larger animal, which was ready to end this play-and-hunt games. Then came a quick reflection of the light. It was a gun, a silver gun which had already been filled with bullets. The man took out a silencer tube, and slowly install the tube on the gun. He looked so elegantly and noble, as if he was attending to some sort of cocktail party.
The killer heard the heavy breath that was made by the prey of his, for he got nowhere to go. It is a dead end, and nothing to hide with. Those pupils of that poor man expanded, for the fear of the death had came to him, and his legs were shaking in a small degree, leaving a doubt about how long can he stand more.
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The killer gently wiped out the dust that fell on the barrel while he made the shot. The blood on the wall drew a picture of bloody rose. Which was what fashinating him every single time, he thought. The wind was chilly cold that night, and no star could be seen. To worked as a killer you will always watching some random and darkness, which you never have a choice to look away. There is no shame in the shadow of the narrow alley.
Killer took back his money from the hirer, and disappeared in a crowd of people. The killer went to a tavern which was also a underground colosseum. Here man fighting with beasts, but mostly they were fighting against each other. This tiny spot attracted all kinds of people from different status and place, but they have one thing in common: they came here for fun. He went inside this masses of chaos, where violence and sexuality were everywhere in this place.
He went to a bar table which was all the way back of the tavern -- a good place to observe the whole tavern, and to run away from the back door.
“Afterglow again” the bartender asked the Killer.
Killer nodded silently.
“You should try some spirits, and not that \'lady-drinks’. I thought a man like you would like drinks like whiskey or something.”
Killer seems inpatient and didn’t say a word, but kept tapping on the table, made a rhythm sound. The drink was quickly delivered, yet the killer didn’t drink it. He was just watching the ice fluctuating in the glass cup. For a long time, he didn’t even move nor talk. As long as the bartender thought the killer was petrifaction. He spoke.
“The alcohol is indeed one of my favorite thing, but it will confuse my mind. And I am not at a safe place.”
“Well, that’s right.” the bartender slowly pull out another glass and gently rubbing it, although, the. At that moment the atmosphere between them was quiet, although the background of them was yellings and the harsh sound produced by those people who got high.
For a long time later, the bartender went to served another customer, killer still sat on his sit and looking at the glass, which the drink hadn’t been touched at all. A man came to him and sat down on the bar tool right next to the killer.
“I heard that you are willing to do any deal with life.”
Killer didn’t say anything, still staring at his drink.
“You just killed a gownsman, Sir. Alfredo right”
This time killer looked up at the man, and his dark eyes were a deep pool that no one can survive from it. “What do you want”
The man spoke with a excitement. “I want you to kill a man for me.”
“Why would you say so”
“You could, right You often deal with death. You are the Killer!”
Killer didn\'t say anything about the man just said, for he just the bartender of a new glass of Afterglow. The man seems a bit anxious about the killer didn’t answered to him, he pulled out a sheet of paper which contented information of a lady, who was in a age of blossoming. She was a pretty girl, yet the killer didn’t say a thing, just picked up the paper silently. The man saw this, the emotion in his eyes became brighter, and he pulled out a suitcase in which contented millions of money.
After the man was gone, the bartender, who finally finished with the last customer, came to the killer.
“A new job”
Killer nodded.
The bartender took back his sight. “I was still questioning about your work.”
“How to say”
The bartender looked straight in the killer’s eyes, his face was pale. “Wouldn’t it feel wrong to do, let’s say, killing”
The killer sat quiet for a bit. He then took a teaspoon and carefully scoop out the ice in the mocktail and said. “It’s not me who is going to worry about the karma. I just doing my job, like you mixing your drinks.”
“But it wasn’t the same, you end someone’s life by your own hand!”
“How is it not the same” killer turn to the side where men and women were like beasts, all the dirty, bloody, and brutal things were happening. Killer didn’t react anything. He turned back again, looked at the bartender with his dark eyes and said again. “How is it not the same You do your work and you get paid. It is a deal. Plus somethings you didn’t end the life by your own bare hands, you are still pushing the life to the end. You dare say that those drinks doesn’t have something in them that make those people become like animal”
“But it was different! I just put a bit to keep the mood of this place high...”
“Whatever,” killer broke down and again looked back to the mocktail. “The thing is, you work and you get paid period.”
“... Maybe you are right. But I still can’t believe that you could do these thing without any thinking in them. If so, then you will be like, be like…”
“A cold bloody monster or a robot, is that what you wanna say” bartender nodded silently with a bit awkward in his face.
“There is no shame if you thinking in that way.” killer said. “It may because our view of the value and the life were different. And you probably don’t understand my side of the world.” the killer took a look at the cage where a man, or better, a boy is fighting to hungry beast. You can’t define which type of the beast was (Must be another produce of the lab. Killer thought.), the boy was not in a good condition, there were several wounded, and the only weapon he had was a blunt dragger. However, the bartender was not looking at it, he looked at a pile of the ice, which killer had made, speechless. There were sweat dropped from his forehead, and his hands were trembling too.
“Also, ask yourself, if you step on ants, would you be sorry or feel pity for them Another question, if you killed a man with a knife, do you think that the knife will react to anything” killer stopped for a moment. Took a short look on the bartender. “Last one, if you already had seem and done much of them, would you still kept yourself the same as before
“Not going to be like that right” killer answered himself, and made a uncomfortable snicker. This time the bartender didn’t fix his eyes on the killer. It was clearly that he was trancing, maybe he was thinking of the question which the killer had said, or maybe he was thinking about something else. His pilpus were locked at the empty space, and his face had an emotion like a man who had been drowned by the water. The killer didn’t disturb him. He still stared on the fight which was happening in the cage. The fight was closed to the end, the boy was unexpected won the fight and killer the monster, even though most of his body parts were deep damaged, there was not a good skin on him. The boy was rubishly pulled out of the cage, and put in another smaller cage with a small piece of mold toast.
The fight was ended, and the killer had no more intention to watch the next one. He stood up and took out a hundred dollar bill, carefully placing it under the untouched mocktail. And carry his stuff and the suitcase.
“Are you going now”
“Yeah, it is the time to do some work.”
“Tell me a truth, do you ever pity for any one” the bartender asked the killer before the killer leave the place.
“Maybe, I’m not sure.” killer turned back to the bartender. “Have you ever hesitated even to your ‘friend’ If so then that is my answer.”
As the killer exited, the bartender saw a man who was covered in a black raincoat. The stranger stood up looked straight in the bartender’s eyes. Bartender turned his head to aside, and shaked his head slightly. The man didn’t say anything, but picked up his suitcase and hurried away in the direction of the killer just went. The bartender suddenly lost all the force in his body. After a while, he slowly picked up the mocktail of the killer and poured it in the sink, washed it carefully and gently placed it to the cupboard, and beside that there is a empty bag, and on the bag there is a word, HCN.
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