Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence.
"The address is 189056 Erving Ave."
I copy it down on the counter top.
"That's in Portland, right?"
"Yes."
I speak slowly as I write it out, "Port...land... Maine."
"No. NO. It's Portland, Oregon. I told you that."
"Not Maine? I thought you said Maine."
"Look. Just copy it down while I spell it out to you."
I erase the writing on the counter top but the eraser smudges it. I move the pencil below the smudge. "Okay. Ready."
"1.8.9.0.5.6. E.r.v.i.n.g.A.v.e.n.u.e.P.o.r.t.l.a.n.d.,O.r.e.g.o.n."
"Got it. And the money?"
"$2,500 was deposited to your bank account this morning. The rest after you kill her."
"She's a bad person, right? I only kill bad people."
"Yes. She's a bad person."
"What did she do?"
"That's none of your business. You're a professional hitman, aren't you? It shouldn't matter."
"Of course it matters. She might be a sweet old lady for all I know. Do you expect me to take your word that she's bad?"
He was quiet for a long time.
"Hello? Are you still there?" I asked.
I heard him whisper to himself, "This is a mistake."
"Sorry. Didn't catch that."
"She's bad. She's... a shoplifter. She's stolen lots of things from department stores, jewelry shops, and many other places."
"It hardly seems that she should be killed for that."
"And she shot a security guard during a robbery."
"Now that would make her bad. Did she kill him?"
"Yes. She killed him."
"Okay. How will I recognize her?"
"I sent a picture to your phone."
I open my cell and find the picture. "Wow. She's a looker. It'd be a shame to kill such a pretty woman. Are you sure you can't find a way to make up with her? Change her?"
"No. She's totally bad. She needs to be stopped. Permanently."
"Such a waste. If you're sure, how do you want it done?"
"That's what I want you to decide. You're the pro."
"Yeah, but I mean do you want it to look like an accident? Do you want it messy... blood all over the place? Do you want her to suffer?"
"Oh god, I don't want to think about that. Can't you make those decisions?"
"I think it's your decision. I don't know the woman. I could gut her and leave the entrails all over the floor, but does she deserve that? Should I just slit her wrists and hold her in the tub while she bleeds out? I could beat her before I kill her. I've had some people ask me to scalp..."
"Stop it! I don't want to think about how its done, much less hear those awful things. This is a mistake. Just refund my money and let's call this off."
"Sorry, no refunds."
"But you haven't done anything. I want my money back."
"Sorry."
I held the phone away from my ear for what I knew would come next. BLAM. The phone was slammed down. I smiled to myself. I love contentious breakups.
Writing Prompt |
In 500 words or less, write a thriller (or/and horror) prose involving an assassin/assassination or hitman/hitwoman. No poetry or script, please. Be creative and have fun! :) |
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