[ WP ] `` I 'm not a bad person . I 'm just good at doing bad things . ''

`` Let me ask you something. And dont lie to me, cuz I know you will.'' 
 
 I said throwing a pack of cigarettes on the table, after placing one of the sticks in my mouth and lighting it. 
 
 `` You ever wish someone was just gone? Like *poof* out of the picture. Thats all she wrote. etcetera. etcetera. `` I rolled my hand in the air forming an invisible circle with my hand. 
 
 I looked at his face as I spoke. Clearly a man of finer tastes than I, but that wasnt hard to find in this world. Of course, then again, I am very easily satisfied. A beer, a place to sleep, and someone to share that place to sleep and I am satisfied. Of course, the money I make doesnt hurt either. Probably could just do some good with it, but then again I wouldnt know where to start. 
 Looking at my watch, I looked out the window once again before turning back to the fat fuck. 
 
 `` In case you didnt get my meaning, I am talking about killing people.'' I explained, gripping his hair and pulling back his head. 
 
 `` Hey. Fuck-o! I am talking to you.'' I shouted at him, before letting go of his hair. 
 
 Man I roughed this guy up good. Broken nose, busted jaw, and I think a concussion. In my defense, I thought the guy was going to give me more trouble then he did. Idiot is falling asleep again. I push my burning cigarette into his forehead to wake him up. He screams behind the homemade gag I made out of tape and the apple I brought to snack on while I waited. Probably the first time this security guard had some fruit in years. 
 
 `` First off tonnes of fun-'' I pause as I ram my fist into his stomach. 
 
 `` Its rude-'' I pause again kneeing him in the groin. 
 
 `` To fall asleep-'' I slap his fat face to make sure he doesnt fall asleep again. 
 
 `` When someones talking to you'' - I finish pulling his head back by the hair again. 
 
 `` Second. You dont fall asleep when you have a concussion. Think of all the damage you could do.'' 
 
 `` Where was I? Oh yeah. So lets assume you have wanted someone dead okay?'' 
 
 `` Guys fucking your wife. Reminds you about it every damn day you see him. Sends you a picture of him inside your faithful wife. All that sick shit.'' 
 
 `` Well then, you go to a certain someone and ask for a certain someone else. I wont bore you with the details, because your concussed and your no good to me dead... yet.'' 
 
 `` Anyways, so after about twenty or twenty one people you come to me. And explain your case. That this son of a bitch is giving it to your wife on a daily basis, and to make matters hes sending ya pictures.'' 
 
 `` Now thats just wrong. I mean, who does that? Some real asshole is the answer. I aint expecting you to say much.'' 
 
 `` So anyways, I get a job. And I do it. Sometimes they want me to mess up the guy so they can finish the job. Other times they want me to cut something off, or burn something into, or some other inhumane shit to the person.'' 
 
 He squeals for a moment as I speak. I glare at him, as tears run down his face. If he wasnt gagged, he would probably beg for his god damned life. Lord forgive the blasphemy. 
 
 `` You wan na hear something strange, I am actually a practicing Catholic.'' I say, giving a soft chuckle at the look of utter confusion on his face. 
 
 `` What? Did you think I was some kind of killing machine? Fuck no. I pray, I ask for forgiveness. Shit, I was a choir boy when I was a kid.'' I say, smiling and thinking of the cross I wear around my neck. 
 
 `` Makes some jobs easier. Being forgiven that is.'' 
 
 `` See, I'm not a bad Person. I'm just good at doing bad things.'' I say as my watch beeps and I move over to the laptop that looked completely out of place in this room. 
 
 The screen lit up as i moved the mouse, turning off the cute screensaver of a kitten that had dominated the screen till now. The video call was coming in. I answered it, and before my eyes are my employers. A married couple, now childless. All because of the pervert behind me. I smile at them in silence as I wait for them to speak first. 
 
 `` Um... hello.'' The husband spoke, causing me to smile. 
 
 `` Is my payment in the account?'' I ask, looking at the two on the screen. 
 
 `` Ye-Yes. Is he there?'' He continues, bringing a smile to my face before I pick up the laptop and carry it over to my little fat friend. 
 
 Placing it on the chair facing him, I pull up his head to show his face to the couple. 
 
 `` This guy the fuck you wanted dead?'' I asked, looking at the horrified look on their faces. Both anger and fear in their expression, while mine remained cold and uncaring. They nodded in confirmation. 
 
 `` So... heres how its going to work guys...'' I start picking up a knife from the table. 
 
 `` Option A: You watch this happen, you pay the normal price. Because then, you become accessories to this shit, and cant turn me in. You get revenge. I get paid. This fuck gets dead.'' 
 
 `` Or... Option B: You turn off that camera, and pay me double what I asked for. You try to report me, and I dont mind reuniting you both with your kid. Understand?'' I finish, waiting for their answer. 
 
 Its like I said, I'm not a bad person. I'm just good at doing bad things.
