“Have you ever noticed all the so called "bad guys" of a story usually say, "For The Greater Good," or something? Heh, I find it kind of interesting, because I said it when I was a young child. Real young. "For the greater good, I shall beat you at Dodge Ball!" God, I was giant dork. Eh. Regardless, I guess I should get to my point, huh? I'm Alexander R. West, a hitman. Yeah, I know what your thinking! "Oh! You murderer! Roar!" Well shut it! Wow, I always get off topic!
As I was saying, what if I told you there was no such thing as TRUE evil? What if I told you, that the bad guys were thinking that they were doing right, and the good guys were actually bad? Ponder that.
I'll right again.
In the future.
-Alexander R. West”
Thurday, November 23,
8:55 p.m.
Mesquite, Texas
Coffee Royal Shop
A pale male sat silently at a table in a restaurant, all alone. He sipped his favorite drink, Caramel Frapé with Cream and Cinnamon. His very eyes seemed dead, staring coldly at a newspaper that listed a bunch of wanted people. People he could care less about. He found humans to be a lower race anyway. He took a small sip of his drink, licking his lips, moistening them to take every drop of his drink into his mouth. He then would sigh once more before bringing his scarred, tense hand up, and pushing aside ebony hair.
"...David Winston, Wanted for rape and murder of suspects. Alvin Sanders...wanted for kiddnapping fourteen year old Lilly Gwen. Hmph. Pigs. All of them. I might as well track them. I won't get paid, but I'll just say I'm cleansing the earth. Heh...For the greater good of course."
The male quietly finished his drink as he stood up. It was more obvious how long his hair really was, stopping just about the equal line of the rectum. He pulled out an expensive brand of cigarettes as he walked out of the now closing shop. Putting the cigarette to his lips, he walked to the corner of the street and stood by the lamp post, watching people that walked by, and seeing if he could find someone who seemed troubled.
Troubled people always meant a new target he would get paid for. His lips stretched into a seductive smile as he lit his cigarette, and let smoke escape his mow. He then sighed and fixed his jacket, eyes narrowing as he carefully remembered every face he saw. Instinct.
As I was saying, what if I told you there was no such thing as TRUE evil? What if I told you, that the bad guys were thinking that they were doing right, and the good guys were actually bad? Ponder that.
I'll right again.
In the future.
-Alexander R. West”
Thurday, November 23,
8:55 p.m.
Mesquite, Texas
Coffee Royal Shop
A pale male sat silently at a table in a restaurant, all alone. He sipped his favorite drink, Caramel Frapé with Cream and Cinnamon. His very eyes seemed dead, staring coldly at a newspaper that listed a bunch of wanted people. People he could care less about. He found humans to be a lower race anyway. He took a small sip of his drink, licking his lips, moistening them to take every drop of his drink into his mouth. He then would sigh once more before bringing his scarred, tense hand up, and pushing aside ebony hair.
"...David Winston, Wanted for rape and murder of suspects. Alvin Sanders...wanted for kiddnapping fourteen year old Lilly Gwen. Hmph. Pigs. All of them. I might as well track them. I won't get paid, but I'll just say I'm cleansing the earth. Heh...For the greater good of course."
The male quietly finished his drink as he stood up. It was more obvious how long his hair really was, stopping just about the equal line of the rectum. He pulled out an expensive brand of cigarettes as he walked out of the now closing shop. Putting the cigarette to his lips, he walked to the corner of the street and stood by the lamp post, watching people that walked by, and seeing if he could find someone who seemed troubled.
Troubled people always meant a new target he would get paid for. His lips stretched into a seductive smile as he lit his cigarette, and let smoke escape his mow. He then sighed and fixed his jacket, eyes narrowing as he carefully remembered every face he saw. Instinct.
Marshall took a deep breath as the scent of blood drifted off the wet asphalt. "another damn crime scene," family surrounded the body on the pavement. "Back the hell off, this is a crime scene now folks." Licking his lips the taste of whiskey bit the back of his throat like a rattler in the dark desert night. He opened his coat to reveal a flash, unscrewing the top he took a swig before returning it from where it came. Next from his coat pocket came a pen and a note pad, a short sketch of the area he looked around the scene and marked a few small details before scanning the crowd with his eyes.
"West..." Mars grumbled, he had taken that man in once before but the damn lawyers couldn't find substantial evidence to put him away or to send him to the garden of the devil. Mars knew the truth, a hit man, killing people all up and down Texas and New Mexico for cash. Men like him made being a sheriff pointless, to kill was easy, to punish lawfully is hard. The smile that grew on his face like vines on an old house made his stomach turn.
"Hey prick," Mars raised his gun pointing at the long haired smart ass, "your under arrest under suspicions to have committed first degree murder!" It wasn't him, West wouldn't kill a lowly kid like this, the young man bleeding on the pavement couldn't be more then twenty. West had many past crimes, and contacts, he wouldn't have killed this man, but maybe he knew who did. Thats what a smile like that told Mars, but would the man come quietly?
"West..." Mars grumbled, he had taken that man in once before but the damn lawyers couldn't find substantial evidence to put him away or to send him to the garden of the devil. Mars knew the truth, a hit man, killing people all up and down Texas and New Mexico for cash. Men like him made being a sheriff pointless, to kill was easy, to punish lawfully is hard. The smile that grew on his face like vines on an old house made his stomach turn.
"Hey prick," Mars raised his gun pointing at the long haired smart ass, "your under arrest under suspicions to have committed first degree murder!" It wasn't him, West wouldn't kill a lowly kid like this, the young man bleeding on the pavement couldn't be more then twenty. West had many past crimes, and contacts, he wouldn't have killed this man, but maybe he knew who did. Thats what a smile like that told Mars, but would the man come quietly?
As a black lamborghini started to slowly make its way to the crime scene. A young woman in her lste twenties stared blankly outside the car widow in complete boredom. This mobster went by, Lunetta. "God, I would give anything to go back to Italy." Lunetta mumbled to herself as she pulled her wine glass from the cup holder and took a small sip from her glass. Luetta of would never came to the americas unless it involved doing business with another mafia group. Once business was completed Luetta would be taking her leave as soon as possible.
"Hehehe. The sooner the better miss." Said Luenetta's driver and right hand man, Anderson.
Luetta rolled her eyes while continuing to stare out the car window, Lunetta wasn't in the mood for Anderson's jokes at the moment. She had a deal to make and if she didn't fill in her end of the bargin, Lunetta would never get the Mafia's trust. Lunetta tapped her fingers feeling very irritated. She let out a agitated sigh feeling inpatient, "what in blazes is taking squad four so long!?" Lunetta shouted, "they should taken care of the target by now" replied Anderson. Lunetta slammed her hand on the arm of the chair and sat up from her seat in anger.
"I told that man, yesterday that I would have his request finished by the end of the week. You know I like things done when quickly, not slowly, quickly!" Luetta shouted, "yes miss, you're absolutely correct my apologies." Said Anderson, Luetta laid back in her seat and let out another sigh. "Pardon me Anderson, I didn't mean tk go off on you." Lunetta said, trying to relax herself.
"That's alright, but squad four should be calling any moment" said Anderson.
Once Anderson had drove off the high way, driving closer to the high way. There was a small moment of silence until Luetta's phone began to ring. "That must be them." Said Anderson. Anderson toook out the phone from Luetta's bag and handed it to her. Luetta flicked it open, hoping that her soldiers had completed the job.
"Squad four ks the target destroyed?" Lunetta asked.
"Yes, has been sighted and delt with." Answered a man with a heavy italian accent across the phone. Luetta was pleased by this, "good, return to headquarters immediately. "Luetta ordered, "already on it." Said the man across the phone, Luetta closed the phoen and handed it to Anderson sfter the squad member hung up.
A smile began to slowly creep up on her, things were going accordingly to plan. As cars on the road drove past, Luetta went back to staring out the window. It wasn't long until she noticed a crowded of people standing around what loooked to be a crime scene. Feeling curious Luetta order Anderson to stop the car.
"Hehehe. The sooner the better miss." Said Luenetta's driver and right hand man, Anderson.
Luetta rolled her eyes while continuing to stare out the car window, Lunetta wasn't in the mood for Anderson's jokes at the moment. She had a deal to make and if she didn't fill in her end of the bargin, Lunetta would never get the Mafia's trust. Lunetta tapped her fingers feeling very irritated. She let out a agitated sigh feeling inpatient, "what in blazes is taking squad four so long!?" Lunetta shouted, "they should taken care of the target by now" replied Anderson. Lunetta slammed her hand on the arm of the chair and sat up from her seat in anger.
"I told that man, yesterday that I would have his request finished by the end of the week. You know I like things done when quickly, not slowly, quickly!" Luetta shouted, "yes miss, you're absolutely correct my apologies." Said Anderson, Luetta laid back in her seat and let out another sigh. "Pardon me Anderson, I didn't mean tk go off on you." Lunetta said, trying to relax herself.
"That's alright, but squad four should be calling any moment" said Anderson.
Once Anderson had drove off the high way, driving closer to the high way. There was a small moment of silence until Luetta's phone began to ring. "That must be them." Said Anderson. Anderson toook out the phone from Luetta's bag and handed it to her. Luetta flicked it open, hoping that her soldiers had completed the job.
"Squad four ks the target destroyed?" Lunetta asked.
"Yes, has been sighted and delt with." Answered a man with a heavy italian accent across the phone. Luetta was pleased by this, "good, return to headquarters immediately. "Luetta ordered, "already on it." Said the man across the phone, Luetta closed the phoen and handed it to Anderson sfter the squad member hung up.
A smile began to slowly creep up on her, things were going accordingly to plan. As cars on the road drove past, Luetta went back to staring out the window. It wasn't long until she noticed a crowded of people standing around what loooked to be a crime scene. Feeling curious Luetta order Anderson to stop the car.
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