It's raining, my footsteps splashing in the puddles of water as I run. I should have known this job might be my last. The risk was too high but I let my emotions get the best of me. Never have my skills been tested like this. But the thrill and the rush were amazing. If this is how I’m going to die I would not regret it.

2 DAYS PRIOR:

I just woke up. 6 am in the morning the time was as it always is when I awoke. I wear my dressing gown, head to the kitchen, brew some coffee, fry an egg and cook some toast. The newspaper hits the door and a bike ring follows. It's 6.30 am already? I retrieve the newspaper, place my breakfast on the table and start reading the paper whilst I eat. On the front page the headlines read "2 lawyers were gruesomely murdered in New York" although no pictures of the murders were shown. Maybe it was too horrendous to put on the paper. I wasn't bitter about their deaths. I mean who likes lawyers. Finally finishing my breakfast, I head to my room and change. Must get to work by 8 am or else I will have to hear my boss rant about how late I was even though he comes late half the time. I head to my car and go to work.

Finally, back home. Work was a complete bore. Some guy named Jim tried to make small talk during our break don't know why he even bothered. I don't need friends or family. I only need myself. I head to my bed room. Time to indulge into my hobby, the only thing that really matters in life. The joy and rush of doing it is the only thing that seems to have ever excited me and the only time when I smile. I open my safe which is hidden behind my poster and take out my weapons collection. Looking at them reminds me of all the happy memories I had with them. There was always the colour red and screaming. It's like music to my ears. I used every weapon in the collection except one, a Colt .357 Magnum Python. I always carry it in case of emergency. My preference to kill is up close and personal like slitting the throat, hit to the head with a hammer, strangulation with a plastic bag or poisoning. Never in my life did I ever have had to or wanted to use a gun. There is no art in it, no intricacy and not to mention loud and very common. Hopefully I will never need to use such a dull way to kill.

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Selecting the murder victim was the least favourite part, though still enjoyable. My victims are usually people that I do not like breathing. My preference is other fellow killers. I look at them as competition and up till now it has been very disappointing. I am always the first one to strike and sadly it only takes try. I have yet to meet a worth competitor. Other targets are people who try to interact with me. Considering my options, I only seemed to have one target in mind. Sorry Jim guess you shouldn’t have tried to talk to me about the weather. I’m not social and yet I know that’s a really boring topic for anyone to talk about. Time to rest and create the next killer headline.