Hey guys! This chapter doesn't exactly have all the characters in it, but you will see! I am very excited to finally write a darker story than what I have been writing! Enjoy!

It was the right thing to do.

A strong wind was predicted to strike much later in the evening, but large gusts of air already blew the palm trees towards inland. The sun was setting, and streaks of crimson and purple colored the sky, with flecks of orange and even some green. I was tired, and this cold and windy weather wracked through me to the bone. It was so cold that I couldn't even shiver.

Some would say that regret would be an emotion that any man would feel after doing what I had just done, but I felt none. After all, remorse will get you nowhere. Besides, I had done the right thing. At least that was what I continued to tell myself as I gazed out to the sea, my boots keeping the sand from my feet. I was lost in thought, and I couldn't feel the incoming waves swallowing my feet behind the thick leather that my boots were made of. High tide usually came in around this time, but it was different this time.

I would usually be among the crowd of people evacuating the area whenever the big wave would hit, but I didn't even think of it. My thoughts continued to race through my ever so twisted mind as the waves continued to grow in size. I didn't have regret or remorse, but I felt sadness. Not just a crying sadness, nor an angry sadness, but just complete and utter depression. I had been pushed when I was very young, to be the very best person that I could be, but following in the footsteps of my father gave me nothing but heartbreak. Still, however, I didn't give a damn.

Killing the little children was the easy part, but caring for them was the hardest. I didn't think that it was physically possible to commit the horrible crimes that my job required me to, but I proved myself wrong. I had trained myself to not care, and to show no emotion to anyone. I hadn't cried for the past decade. I showed no signs of any emotion whatsoever. It was like I was inhuman.

Well, I guess you can say that it is about time to reveal my big job. If you would really like to know, I was a killer. Yes, it seems horrible it is against the law in some cases, but the government saw things differently. You see, I worked for the government. That's right, I was the government assassin. I had originally thought that my job would be cool, and I would be able to kill the bad guys like superman.

Damn, I was wrong.

The government, if you can even call it that, was very twisted. Is very twisted. They did not hire me to shoot down the bad guys, they hired me to kill anyone who opposed the government.

...Even small children.

I was recently hired to kill-murder- an innocent family. I was instructed to get close to them, and make them feel comfortable around me, but that was not something I could do very easily. I was told to show emotion, something I had not been able to for at least a decade, but I succeeded. Unfortunately.

The parents were the first to go, easily, with a simple shoot to the head. I had lured them down to the basement of their own home where they were planning on asking me to become the godfather of their children. However, I had no desire to love anyone. That is why I shot them at the table. It was not very easy. The father had heard me load the gun, but couldn't shield is wife fast enough for me to shoot her in the arm. I heard her gasp, her hand already clutching her newly injured arm. I could see in her eyes that she was in pain. She cried out as I shot again, this time making the bullet go through her other arm and into her husband's chest. I heard him cry out as well.

Scary enough, I grinned. I wanted to see them die. I shot again, a splash of blood painting the plaster on the side of the room. I let my smile widen as the wife screamed for her children to run. But she was in the basement, so she couldn't be heard. I shot again and heard the screams of pain that rang out and bounced off the walls of the room, and relished in the fact that I had caused their pain. I wanted to hear them scream. I wanted to hear the shouts and cries of heartbroken parents as they are shot to death, trying to cling onto life. Each time I shot them, it was as if I was kicking their hands as they held on to a ledge of a cliff. I enjoyed their loud shouts of terror and unyielding pain as they slowly died to death. I hadn't known it then, but I was hoping not only for their deaths, but for emotion. I wanted to hear them die because I wanted to feel happy, and I did.

My thoughts continued to race as I took a few more steps along the sandy beach, the tide almost coming up to my knees, close to filling up my boots. However, I didn't dare to cease reflecting on my wrong doings. Shortly after the death of the parents, I killed the children as well. It was simple really. I didn't feel much emotion. Just a little bit of annoyance as the oldest daughter, a child of seven, screamed in horror as I tied her newborn brother into a sleeping bag with a cinder block, throwing him into the canal down in the city. He was dead in a matter of minutes, and the daughter was also drowned eventually after about ten minutes of me holding her head in the water.

I wish I could do the same to myself. I hated myself. I wanted to die. As the high tide only continued to get bigger, engulfing my body all the way up to my hips, I made my decision, and I walked forward. I looked up at the setting sun and felt the cold wind chill my bones, knowing that it would be the last sunset I would see. I continued to walk forward, the ocean water crawling up to my chest, making it difficult to breath. I knew the reality of my decision, but I didn't care, as the waves reached my neck.

I turned my head around, looking at the city, knowing that this would be the last time I would be on Earth, ever again. I let a tear stream down my face, the first time I had cried in ten years, and let the water engulf my head as the life of me was ruthlessly ripped from my body, a fiery pain coursing through my lungs one last time, but I thought nothing of it. I had inflicted much worse pains, emotionally. And it was my time to go. I didn't deserve to die, it was too much of a reward, but it didn't matter anymore as I slowly lost consciousness.

Okay, so I really hope you enjoyed it! I am very nervous about how people will like it! But please review and give me some constructive criticism! R&R!