The hitman

After killing a person, I fell into a twisted despair.
I thought back to that moment with two different minds. I thought about how it felt to lose someone dear to you or to lose your life. On the other hand, I thought about how satisfying it was to shoot. And so, having no money to go to the shooting range, I decided to do it. Thanks to an old friend, I got hold of an old laptop and on a dark web site I signed up as a Hitman.
I really went too far, but now I can't go back, just me and my dear gun, and what a gun: a black Colt Cobra caliber .38 with a dark green painted wooden handle. When I held it in my hand I felt a shiver down my spine, not something scary or unpleasant, on the contrary, it gave me a rush of adrenaline. And in my head echoes an unknown voice telling me to shoot as much as I can.
I am not very familiar with new technologies, but with the help of that friend I managed to adapt and in less than two days my first client arrived.
He writes in a very elegant way, using words that I didn't even know, but for the rest it was a simple request, to kill a person.
I had all the instructions on the letter: the person to kill, where to find them, when and where to shoot them and also the weapon to use, which he would get me himself luckily. Everything was ready, and when the day came, I went to that building that was ready for demolition.
I positioned myself where the letter said and so I had a perfect view of my victim's room. I positioned the sniper, safety off, scope cover removed, silencer attached, tripod placed on the floor to hold the sniper and weapon angled to shoot straight at the head. At the pre-arranged times I fired.
The shot whizzed towards the target, a shot from this rifle was so strong that the bullet pierced it from side to side. Job done.
Back home I waited anxiously. The payment was imposed like this: a third of the payment immediately and the rest after completing the job. In less than an hour the payment arrived. Being a hitman of course my clients are inclined to pay without going back on their word, since I could go to them and kill them.

The first customer was satisfied, and I was happier than ever, killing was just a job for me, adrenaline at most compensated by excellent cash income.
From that day I was anxiously waiting for new customers, I couldn't wait to shoot again and I needed cash income to live.
But now having received a sniper, even if only on loan, I realized that with a banal 50's revolver I can't do calculated murders.
So with the money made from this job I see what I can get, and how to get it. Apparently there are second-hand snipers online, working and at a low price. What I'm doing is highly illegal and risky, but it will be worth it, black market here I am!
Very interesting, with $3000 I could get this one: SVD Dragunov, Soviet sniper rifle, caliber 7.62x54R, 10-round magazine.
It's exactly what I need, but I have to figure out how to put a silencer on it.
Well, bought it, now I just have to wait for the gun to arrive and hope that no new customers arrive. Blim. No, that can't be, Let's see what he wants...
He wants me to kill someone tonight?! But let's be serious, damn it, this was not what I needed, but to maintain a good reputation I have to accept.
How the hell can I do with a measly revolver?! Why on earth did I have an idea like that when I only own a gun from another era?! I'm stupid.
Let's see what else is written on the letter...
Okay, it doesn't seem too complicated, even if it's still a dangerous job, never mind, after all I wanted to do a job like this myself.
11/23, 10:40 PM. Well I'm in front of the restaurant, my victim should arrive in twenty minutes. So, let's go over the plan: I wait behind the restaurant until I get the signal from my client, telling me that the target is going to the bathroom, at which point I shoot him in the head through the bars.
I just have to find a way to open that grate. I open the little window from inside the restaurant while my client and target haven't arrived yet, then from outside I block it so that it stays open.
Damn, I hope everything goes according to plan.
The restaurant inside is very elegant, refined, something I'm not used to and could never get used to, so haughty it makes me throw up.
As I turned to look inside, an incompetent waiter tripped, dropping a bowl of minestrone on me.
Well, the only decent clothes I had, ruined by this fucking idiot.

“Damn idiot what are you doing!”
“Sorry sir, I didn’t mean to.”
“Oh well get the fuck out of my way!”
Hm… better control my tone of voice, I might attract too much attention. When I got to the bathroom I saw how the budget was gone, some filthy boring bathrooms that you find everywhere, not that my house has a better bathroom. Good window open, now I can go out and wait. Woof! Woof! What the fuck does this damn dog want, small and unbearable. Damn dog, he made me put my foot in the toilet Damn stupid dog! I tried to grab something to not fall, but the shelf I was leaning on collapsed. I fell on my ass on someone’s piss at the edge of the toilet, plus I was covered in toilet paper, a real humiliation and all because of that damn dog! I almost didn’t need a bullet in the magazine… Too bad it would make too much noise and the plan would go up in smoke.
I just had to swing my legs a bit and the dog ended up on the other side of the bathroom. Well well, I'm soaked in piss with toilet paper stuck to the soles of my shoes and my pants ruined by the bites of that hateful dog, well now let's get out of here. Shit! My client is already here. Damn he saw me! I'm not looking at him and I'm leaving here as soon as possible, lurking behind the bathrooms waiting for the signal. Blim! Blim! Blim! This is the signal, now let's wait for my victim to come in and finish this job. Wreeee what the hell is that?! What the fuck is that?!

A while ago, when I still had a television, I saw on the news that in various cities there were events that could not be explained scientifically. People were being dismembered and houses were being destroyed, but it was not clear what was causing this damage. In the few videos that show this absurdity, you only see destruction, as if invisible monsters were attacking.

Now, in front of me…
“A MONSTER!!!”
Terrified, I immediately grabbed my gun and started shooting like a madman.
The monster was terrifying: A rotten tomato with a face, yellow eyes with red irises, 8 concrete-colored chicken feet, a huge wrinkled tongue full of cuts, teeth bigger and sharper than a shark and a not too long tail that slowly moved in a hypnotic way.

His tail movement broke the trunk of a small tree nearby that had a diameter of about 10 cm, small but still very resistant for a normal person trying to hit it. If slowly moving the tail knocks down trees I wonder what it would do if it hit me I spoke too soon! the monster turned and hit me with its tail, it had probably broken some of my ribs and I was about to lose consciousness, but I managed to hold on and climbed onto the monster's back. I continued to shoot but it was all useless, the monster continued to shake undaunted to make me fall, but by now I was stuck in the monster, I was sinking into the tomato pulp. I took a breath and prayed to my grandfather for help, with my heart pounding I was about to fire the last shot I had in the drum magazine of my Colt Cobra. That shot was my last hope I had to take down that monster, who with his tongue hanging out was making noises, unaware of what was about to happen, like me for that matter.
My arms were shaking as I held the gun with my eyes closed, but then I opened them in surprise, stopped shaking and looked at my gun. There were green and bright energy flows on it. I tried to pull the trigger which had become hard as marble, slowly I managed to press it and saw that the gun was somehow charging with energy and then, as soon as it reached the bottom, a devastating shot went off that swept away the monster, leaving only a crater on the ground, I then fell to the ground and noticed that the part of the restaurant structure where the bathrooms were was also destroyed, it had not been destroyed by my gun but had been swept away while the monster was agitating. Among the rubble of the bathroom I saw some body parts completely torn to pieces.
“I really hope this mass of flesh belongs to the target.”
I then went in front of the restaurant where my customer was waiting for me.
He was dressed in black from head to toe, the coat he was wearing covered his neck and part of his face and finally he was wearing glasses.
“Glasses at night?”
Without answering me he took a wad of bills out of his pocket, I took it and stood there watching as he sat in his car.
Another satisfied customer and more money in my pockets.
I went home and got a beer to celebrate. There is nothing better than shooting and making money, but above all drinking!
I really think this lifestyle is made for me. The only thing that scares me though are those monsters, what the hell was it? What was it doing there?

Thinking back one last time, the moment I was face to face with the monster, I was completely terrified, the only thing I could do was say:
“Old man, I need your help.” And pull that trigger.
I never thought I would find myself in a situation like that, I hope I never meet another monster like that.
Two weeks passed from that day, during which no new client arrived, but I managed to live thanks to the large sum of money received from the last client.
That money reminded me of that monster, I was still scared but also curious to know. It was getting colder and colder and I needed a way to warm up, the money was a lot but only to live for a month, I couldn't risk additional expenses.
I wasn't sure I would find another job in a short time, I could only wait and hope for new clients to arrive.
The job as a hitman paid well and was adrenaline-filled as I like it, but it was dangerous and without the certainty of making it to the end of the month.
In a few days the rifle I had bought arrived, but it remained under the bed waiting for the day I would use it, a day that did not want to come.
Up until that moment I had a life of ups and downs, happy and depressed moments, full of adrenaline and deadly boredom.
It was right now that my life was about to change again.
It's raining outside, it's evening and it's cold. I hear someone knocking on my door, I look through the peephole and I see two men dressed very similarly if not identically to my last customer: black coat with a high collar, Oxford shoes, black hat and sunglasses.
"What do you want?"
"... "
"I won't let you in!"
One of the two men pulled out a gun and shot the padlock on the door, I walked away and they kicked the door open. I took the rifle from under the bed but it was unloaded so I ran to the bedside table where I had put the Colt Cobra inside. The two guys came in and with another gunshot they shot the drawer just before I could open it. I was with my hands tied, unarmed in front of two men with guns ready to shoot me. Instinctively I raised my hands, thinking they were federal agents who had come to get me for my illegal hitman activity.
The two looked at each other and then turned to me, laughing.