Suicide Notes
Jagdkommando
“*My hands are covered in blood. I washed it so many times that there were no stains left, but why was the fishy smell still smelling? I even hallucinated the frightened faces of those people at the end of their lives. Awful*!"
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“I read your desire to kill yourself that you wrote in the book,” said Tama.
“Suicide Note?” Victor. “You need to learn ethics to not carelessly touch other people's stuff without permission.”
“You always stare cynically at me. When you talk to Ray, your eyes look empty. When you're in an orphanage, you're like the happiest person. You also become very friendly.”
Whatever Tama wants to say, Victor is sure he won't like it. The girl was always so knowingly.
“I thought you were like Will. Expert pretends to be a kind man, when in fact it has no heart.” Tama's mind drifted far away to remember. “But, given that note, I understand. You just want to hide your wounds in front of the foundation person.”
“You are too convoluted,” complains Victor.
“But, you can't pretend in front of a person who has the same desire as you, which is suicide. And there is no point pretending in front of people you hate,” explained Tama. “However, I'm glad to have been allowed to see your real side.”
“You are too confident.” Victor smiled in anguish. “Nobody said your theory was true.”
“That's right, and I believe it.” Tama insisted. “You didn't finish that record. Why?”
“Not your business.”
“Tell me, why do you want to kill yourself?” tama Pinta.
Victor exhaled violently, then stared at the strange blade that lay between him and Tama. “In your opinion, why would someone want to kill themselves?”
“No idea, I never wanted to kill myself.”
Surely so. People with a life spirit as strong as Tama, it is impossible to ever want to kill themselves. Victor felt ridiculous with his own question.
Why would someone want to kill themselves? There are many reasons. If needed, Victor could sort them one by one. Breakups, a broken family, a bad friendship environment, and most of all because they are tired for various reasons.
Victor pointed at his strange knife with the corner of an eye. “The owner of the knife, for example,” he said.
A deadly knife with three twisted eyes. Able to give serious injuries that are difficult to handle even by carrying a surgeon's vest. The probability of death is almost 100%.
Victor watched as Tama swallowed her hard-earned saliva. “In short, if you had pushed that knife, I would have died.” And Victor would be very grateful about that.
“Do not scare me.”
“You did nothing, why fear?” Victor shrugged both of his shoulders.
The creator of the knife named him Jagdkommando. Taken from the name of a brave and brave army. Then, a hitman uses the same name as the code name to show his power in killing.
“Jagdkommando?” repeat Tama with a pale face.
The young girl overhears Victor and Joe's conversation at the orphanage. They also discussed jagdkommando earlier. The assassin in question must be Joe.
It does. Joe is a hit man. At least once, about half a year ago. The cruelest and most powerful of his time.
Victor and Joe's first meeting was still vividly remembered. Joe was sitting on an iron dumpster in a slum until Victor found him.
While going through his routine of walking without direction, Victor accidentally ends up in the slum. Watching the engrossed Joe notice every little piece of the gun in his hand.
“What do you see? If you don't want a bullet lodged in your head, go quietly,” he said.
Hearing the death threat made Victor excited. It would be great if he died sooner. Victor wanted that, so he decided to defy and leaned against the wall across from Joe.
“I don't need anyone else to arrange what I want to do,” replied Victor casually.
Suddenly the man with the face of the sangar had stuck Jagdkommando in Victor's stomach. Victor's heart paused in surprise, then pounded at the thought of his imminent death. Please, Victor can't help his smile.
“Do not underestimate me,” threatened Joe. “One time this knife penetrates your skin, I make sure you will die painfully.”
What did that man do? Looking at his carrier alone, Victor believes Joe has killed many people. Do veteran killers always get stale before they kill?
“Quick,” tell Victor in his heart.
“You're not afraid of dying, are you?” Joe pushed Victor's shoulder, then sat back down on the trash can.
It's impossible that Victor misjudged people. But, how could he be let go just like that? Clearly his attitude was already rude enough to provoke the man.
“While not in the mood to kill, heh,” Victor quipped, glancing at the gun that returned to the limelight of Joe. “If you want to kill yourself why not kill me first?”
Joe reflexively points his gun at Victor. “How do you know?”
“If you keep suicidal thoughts long enough, you must be sensitive to people who want the same.” Victor.
“It's worth you not to run away when you get the chance,” grunts Joe. “So why don't you just kill yourself instead of asking someone else to kill you?”
“If I dare, I've become a land now.”
Joe laughs. “Death is scary. Very-very scary. And I inflicted painful deaths on hundreds of people.”
"Some say, the fear of death is more excruciating than death itself." Victor stared at the clear sky above his head. “Do you regret?”
“...” Joe stayed quiet for a long time. “True. I seem to be sorry. I haven't been able to sleep lately. Once my consciousness fades, they will come. With scattered internal organs, exacting revenge.”
“I can't drink or take drugs. There are too many enemies waiting for that opportunity,” continued Joe. “Now, even in my conscious state I can see the blood that stains my hands."
“Too dirty to be considered human? More like ...” Victor pointed at the trash dump that Joe occupied. “...trash?”
“If we meet early, I'm sure you're dead with a torn mouth now.” Joe smiled, making his face even more terrifying. “But, it seems like it is because of that I am sitting here.”
Victor nodded. “What are you going to do now? Dead?”
“I saw many tortured faces as I headed for his death. With my sins, definitely more ..” Horror loomed in Joe's face.
“You don't want to kill anymore?”
“Then, killing was a pleasure for me. Now, that word alone has scared me. You can hire someone else to kill you,” Joe asserted. “I just hope to be recyclable garbage.”
“Ya already, stay recycled. What's hard?” said Victor lightly.
“Human remover? You think I'm stupid to believe in something like that?” Joe knitted his eyebrows together, showing the hope he held.
“Become more useful. Isn't that the concept of recycling?" Victor was silent for a moment. "Why not do good things for the rest of your life? People say, doing good things can wash away sins.”
Joe's body is squeezing. “What is my face fit to do good? Seeing me pass by will make people wary.”
“You work in our orphanage?”
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