Misinterpretation

By Dante Taisho

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Everyone thinks I am in love with her.

This is just a misinterpretation of the facts. Just as when you pull a girl's hair in kindergarten, they think you have a crush on her, but that was not the case, usually the bitch is hogging all the red paint. She is like that.

Oh sure, I am obsessed with her, but not in the fashion that everyone thinks. The thought of her rotting corpse is more appealing to me then the sight of her naked flesh. She is an embarrassment of mine. The only confirmed failure of my duties. The only one to escape my hands.

So what if I always look for her face in the crowd? So what if I spend countless hours going after possible leads? So what is the deal if I take a keen interest in any conversation about her? I want her dead. Plain and simple. I want to erase her from existence. To clean the smudge that she is from my otherwise perfect record.

How can those fools think that my obsession is anything else? What, do they think that she can tame me? To make me forsake my ways? No, killing is my life. The Organization is my life. My only joy is the satisfaction of finishing my job. She, thus far, is the only job I have yet to finish.

And, to tell the truth, it's eating away at me. I fear, yes fear, judgement of those around me, saying that I can't do the job. That I am not fit to be a part of the Organization. That I should serve under Vodka.

I fear the punishment for my failure. Ironic really, I am the one used to giving out punishment to those who forget their place. There are no mistakes to learn from here. One mistake can be fatal to any member. Judgement will come one day to all who fail. Hidden in the shadows, like the nature of our work, it will strike me down.

As talk of my search spreads through the Organization, I hear the words "love," and "attracted" often enough. I scoff at these words. They know nothing about me. Those words I only use in indication of my car, my work and cigarettes. Those words have are not connected to any others in my mind, especially not to her.

It is all just a misinterpretation of the facts.