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Apprentice
"What do you want!" He screams again, backing into a corner of the mausoleum.
I grin and chuckle softly. A mocking giggle.
I watch as he tries to stand, and watch as his left leg gives out again. To the ground he falls.
He howls in pain. Music to my ears.
The crypt keeper is trembling something terrible. I don't know if it's from fear or loss of blood.
"Why? Who are you?" He sputters, eyes rolling back, eyelids drooping. He's fighting it.
I don't answer, just observe.
The biggest pool of blood grows larger as my client grows paler.
I watch the crimson seep into a crack in the old marble floor.
"Please" He strains, reaching out a blood covered hand, "Help me. I don't want
t-to die."
I am growing impatient. The blood loss should have killed him by now...
I make no expression, just stare blankly, uninterested, as I was trained.
Show no emotion when asked for help.
Growing bored, I aim for his chest. Pull the trigger, the crack of the gun echoes through the corridor.
I watch as he coughs up blood, and then goes silent. Blood and spit still
dripping from his lips.
I bounce down the stairs of the mausoleum, head for my car. Scratch "Crypt keeper" off of my mental list.
I'd hate to think of myself as a killer. Or even a hitman.
I think of myself of an apprentice.
An apprentice of death.
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