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The
Hitman
The killer sat in the
driver seat of his dark blue Ford Taurus, his eyes glued to Eleanor and her
lover as they made out in the lover's BMW. The black-on-black BMW coupe was
parked in the driveway of one of Eleanor's wealthy lover's houses in an upscale
Queens neighborhood.
Angry, the killer
contemplated finishing the assignment right then as he fingered the small
detonating device wedged between his legs, but he dismissed the thought. Having
been on this particular assignment for nearly four months, he was having fun,
watching Eleanor sneak around.
Making the killer's
assignment easier was the fact that Eleanor and her lover had done very little
to hide their affair, thereby threatening Mayor Miller's political career.
From Eleanor driving from
the Mayor's house to a parking garage in the city, where a car service would
transport her to the Plaza Hotel to meet her lover boy, it was more like a
rehearsed routine.
Knowing he holds Eleanor's
fate in his hands and that her days on this earth were numbered made doing the
assignment so much more exciting for the killer.
He watched on as the two
exited the BMW and walked hand in hand to the front of the lover's house,
oblivious to the C-4 he had perfectly attached to the BMW's undercarriage.
Like some teenage
lovebirds they stopped at the door to make out some more, making the killer's
stomach turn.
Eleanor Miller, Mayor
George Miller's whore of a wife was indeed one cold bitch! And she was going to
pay for it in due time.
After watching the two
enter the lover's house, the killer looked at his wrist watch and jotted down
some notes in his pocket notebook. His notes were more like codes, something
that will appear irrelevant to an average individual. He understood the
importance of covering one's tracks in his line of work.
The hurtful evidence the
killer had gathered for the mayor three months ago when he took on the
assignment had turned what started as a simple eye job into a real assignment,
and he couldn't wait to see the conniving bitch die. He had contemplated not
taking the assignment at first but the fact that he felt deeply for the mayor
had compelled him to.
To the killer, it's one
thing for a wife to divorce her husband and take half of his net worth but it's
a completely different ballgame if she decides to stick around and humiliate
him.
See, before taking up this
line of work, the killer was your average nine-to-fiver, earning a living as a
construction worker. This was until he discovered that his lovely Gigi was
nowhere near as innocent as she looked on the outside.
After returning home from
work earlier than expected one day, he found Gigi, the love of his life in bed
with another man.
What had hurt him the most
was that his cheating and manipulative wife was screwing another man in his bed,
under his roof while he worked to pay the bills.
For Gigi's disloyalty and
infidelity, the killer had gone to great lengths to cause her and her lover
severe physical pain. Talk about extreme torture!
After tying the two to
separate chairs and gagging them to suppress their cries, not only did he
practice his slicing and dicing skills on their naked bodies but he'd also given
the two a jalapeņo bath.
Then there was the shocking episode with the car battery charger. The killer
wanted, no he needed answers and he knew that attaching the connectors of a car
battery charger to one's testicles or nipples would make them talk.
In the end, they found the poor guy's body with his severed penis in his mouth.
As for Gigi, let's just say it wasn't pretty.
Following this incident, the killer had quit his construction job, sold his
house and everything he owned, and had moved to a new area to start afresh. With
a new car, a new one bedroom apartment and a new occupation--murder for
hire--the killer began his new life.
Watching Eleanor cause the Mayor so much emotional pain disgusted the killer to
his core. The reason he had decided to employ this particular form of killing.
By the time I get done, the medical examiner's office will be identifying
Eleanor and this blond-haired prick by what's left of their teeth. The killer
swore to himself as he used the Taurus' car lighter to light himself a
cigarette.
Moments later, a glance at his watch told the killer it'd been longer than an
hour, and Eleanor and her lover would be coming out any minute.
Flicking the cigarette ashes out of the car window, the killer continued to
smoke inside the darkness of his car, keeping a constant eye on the front door
of the house. The killer finished his cigarette and extinguished the butt in the
car's ashtray.
Twenty minutes later, the front door to the house opened and Eleanor and her
lover stepped out onto the front porch. They hugged and fondled each other like
they knew it'd be their last time.
The killer watched on with evil eyes as the inseparable couple strolled to the
lover's BMW. She does have some sexy legs, oh and those melons. Too bad she's
going to die. He thought to himself.
When Eleanor's lover opened the passenger door for her, the killer nearly lost
it, but he knew he had to wait for his golden moment.
Shutting the passenger side door, Eleanor's lover walked to the driver side and
took a seat behind the wheel. He reached for and kissed Eleanor passionately,
and that was the straw that broke the camel's back.
The killer had seen enough. As soon as the BMW's engine came to life, boom! The
vibration from the powerful explosion reverberated through the killer's body
inside the Taurus, as he observed a huge fireball where the BMW had once been.
As he drove away from his handiwork, knowing he'd left no survivors, the killer
gave himself a pat on the back for another assignment well done. There was no
need in reporting this to the mayor, for he was definitely going to see it on
the news..
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