A Bunch of Horror Stories

episode 4

After days of searching, I finally found the girl in a cafe. She's flawless. It has a sweet, motherly and fragile looking oriental face. His hair was straight cut short, his skin white with fine hairs growing on his sides and both arms. His nose is pointed with a pair of clear round eyes. Just like my client said.

At the cafe, he was waiting for someone. I-i know.

From the look on his face, he was seen sitting annoyed and agitated at the very end of the table. While playing the smartphone, many times his face turned towards the cafe door. He ordered the table since an hour ago and had finished the appetizer in the form of a large glass of avocado juice.

Before he finally ordered the main course, I had sat down sweetly at the table located right in front of him and instantly got a view of his clear face to face.

When I first sat in the chair, she glanced at me. Her gaze was gentle but sadistic. There was a strange premonition that suddenly slipped into my heart but I didn't care.

From the beginning I did try to communicate with him and therefore I immediately nodded politely at that time. But he threw a face, threw a glance at the entrance of the cafe and did not rub me at all.

In my heart I smiled. Sooner or later I will be able to snare him into the trap I set up.

He still hadn't ordered the main course when my opening meal came. Attractively, I took pictures of the appetizer with a smartphone and let the girl secretly watch me. Maybe he feels weird or thinks I'm a cosmed ass. But I hope he sees me as lonely and in need of friends.

When then my main dish came and I played the smartphone in various styles, the girl did not seem to feel strange anymore and did not really care about me. That's why I secretly managed to take a picture of him several times.

The first picture he was looking down playing a smartphone. The second picture he looked up but his face was blurred. The third image, finally, he was staring blankly at his finished opening dish.

The best photos I send directly to the client through a chat application.

"Yes, right. He's the one." Answer my client, "when are you going to clean it up?"

"Quickly." My answer.

The person the girl was waiting for, her boss, would never show up; when the girl came home, I stalked her until she walked into her apartment room. I turned around and made some plans.

***

I have been working in this profession not long ago. It's only been about 5 years. I remember exactly, my first client was a national politician, his face often appeared on television news and a number of talk shows. He asked me to take care of a thug who was also a drug dealer in Tanjung Priuk. The pay was 150 million. The politician read the ad I posted on the dark web and contacted me via email with the data about the person who wanted to be eliminated.

As per the instructions, he paid the entire price in cash in advance and put the money he brought directly in the place I specified. Two months later I sent out a photo of the thug's corpse in some poses to his private home in South Jakarta.

The first task was completed well.

The next two and third clients, each of whom asked to finish off its business competitors. I'll raise the price to 250 million per head. They agreed and I completed the task in 3 weeks. For the fourth client, because asking that the death of the target is not suspicious at all then I ask for a fee of 2 billion with a tempo of 5 months. The target was finally poisoned by using cyanide which I put in bottled mineral water. He drank it in a relaxed state while sitting in a chair inside the plane, approximately 15 minutes after the plane took off. This fourth target is an academic who will continue his S3 studies on law in the Netherlands.

Eliminating the 4th target was one of my best achievements. Until now, the case of the death of the target who is also a humanitarian activist, has never been clearly revealed. I always smile with satisfaction when I see media coverage of the case. You see, the longer the content of the news the more nervous, run away and away from me or from my clients.

My only failure is the 9th target, a good, honest and highly educated ustadz. He surprisingly met me in a dream when I slept in my private, secretive home, which no one knew. Ustadz smiled and said his greetings.

"I know you're a hit man." He said, "I also know who told you to. But you won't kill me." He said with a thorough wise smile and his face spouted a light of excitement.

At that time I was very surprised. I woke up and went straight to his house to kill the ustadz. But it turned out that I was late, he had been taken by ambulance to the hospital and died on the way. According to doctors, Mr. Ustad died of a sudden heart attack.

At that time I was a little curious by the description of the doctor who was too simple. Then, with a little research I finally guessed that my 9th client turned out to tell someone other than me to kill the ustadz. I feel offended actually. But anyway Ustadz was dead and I didn't lose a dollar. It's just, I have a little appointment. One day, if the time is right, I will kill this 9th client for free.

***

I've studied his life history carefully. His career that increased rapidly in the SOE company that makes me a little surprised though not surprising. From the various data that I managed to track, Lena has high-level connections with a number of high officials in various ministries. He also has a good relationship with the richest people in the country. But one thing I underlined with the red marker, which was: he was a real loner. Although he had an affair with more than one person who had an important and strategic position in the central government, but in fact he did not have a single lover. At a very similar to me, a really very lonely person, who lives by the principle of putting business first above all else.

To eliminate Lena, I got 3 billion from my clients.

Ever since I stalked her from the cafe to her apartment, it's been a month. During that time, I tried hard to get close to him and take his heart and trust. With a height of 179 cm, a handsome face - I am sure I am handsome - a bucin seduction (love slave) and others; finally I can approach and captivate her heart.

I'm sure he fell for me. He did not suspect at all that my purpose in approaching him was to kill him.

Quietly, I actually like it too. Instead, maybe even I fell in love with the girl. She had a perfect oriental face and her voice was very soft. But unfortunately my principle is very firm, namely: business is still business. If he were to die, I would miss him very much. And if she had the good fortune of being buried somewhere, I would always send a bunch of flowers to her grave as a sign of sympathy.

Killing is just one of 1001 jobs. As far as I know, no one type of job can prevent someone from falling in love. In fact, including a job as a hit man.

Finally, the plan that I had prepared that afternoon could be carried out. I invited Lena to my apartment and gave her a wine I mixed with amphetamines. He fainted and fell asleep. I then took a few poses and sent them to my client.

My client is very happy. He said that even though he is now being processed by law but in the next two years if he is free, he will have savings of 1.5 Trillion. My client said he and Lena had done some sort of mutual agreement in terms of managing accounts so that my client had full access to Lena's account.

"Now quickly finish him off." My client says.

"Ready." I said.

I then approached Lena who was lying on the sofa, I would strangle her until her collarbone was broken. This is the most conventional way of killing done by a human being. Very effective and does not cause dirt splashing blood. My hands have wide, strong and well-trained fingers. I could eliminate him within three minutes and I felt sure he wouldn't be in too much pain.

I thought of undoing his killing intent when I saw how he had peacefully and peacefully fallen asleep under the influence of amphetamines. She looks so pretty. Unfortunately he had to die.

I immediately extended both of my hands to her neck, stroking her for a moment with affection. Then, when all my fingers had wrapped around his neck, I immediately exerted strength and strangled him.

But something is wrong. My energy suddenly disappeared and my chest hurt a lot. It was so painful that I screamed so loudly. I'm telling you, if you've ever felt the throbbing of a toothache, this sudden pain in my chest it's like a thousand times the throbbing of a toothache in two.

Grrr....

I growled to endure this incredible pain.

I let go of the giggles on his neck and stood up, staggered as I stepped towards the front of the mirror. There, I saw a dagger thrust right into my left chest and through to my back. I saw the tip of the dagger sparkling with the daylight coming from the balcony window.

I was stunned when I saw Lena wake up from her sleep. His clothes on his chest and stomach were covered with blood. Yes, it is my blood.

He then approached me quietly and full of smiles, pulled the dagger from my chest and thrust it back in a different place. On the right chest. Blood gushed again, this time spraying towards her beautiful face and her sweet smile.

When I finally slumped on the floor while enduring intense pain, Lena brought her face closer to mine while smiling with satisfaction.

"You're handsome and nice, I like you. But you're my 13th target.I can't fail." He said while cleaning the blood-stained dagger with the tip of his shirt still clean. I saw her gentle and sadistic eyes. I can't scream or do anything but just shut up and gape. In those last moments, I remember feeling a strange feeling about the girl. But I denied it.

Now I know it turns out my gut feeling wasn't wrong.

"I'll bury you in the center of the garden in Bandung City, and I'll send you flowers every year."

That was the last sentence I heard before everything went dark and black.***