Love Thy Assassin (AMBW)

Another Night Another Dollar

"Please, please spare me. I have a family, I-I have children!" Jiro was sure the man wasn't thinking of his children when he crossed whoever wanted him dead. Jiro held the blue-collar of the freighted man even tighter than before. He had been called, called again to murder another man whom another group of people hates. A man he had nothing against a man whose name he didn't even know. A man whose life was willing to admit to himself. 

His steps were silent as he dragged the wriggling man from the plush beige carpet of his office to the hard marble balcony that sat right beside it. Pinning him to the stone rail, Jiro held a small blade to his throat. The tip of the blade ever so gently pressed into his neck, a bead of blood came trickling down the white blotched skin.

"I will give you whatever you want, money, women even Bloods. ANYTHING JUST SPARE ME!" The shine of his Blood diamond earring flashed in Jiro's eyes. He hated such things. They were nothing but chunks of shiny rock. He never understood what made them so enticing someone would kill to get their hands on them.

Jiro blamed them for what the world was. He blamed them for torn apart families. He blamed them for the imbalance in society. He blamed them mostly for what he was a killer without remorse. It's what turned his already cold universe into a freezing one. 

Jiro ripped it from his ear, he let out a blood-curdling scream. Throwing it over the edge of the balcony in hopes no one would ever find it he furrowed his brow.  The man's ear rained down blood onto his shirt Jiro's hand where he held him. The man struggled and screamed to get free. His hands bound by his own black leather belt the more he struggled the more the belt cut into his hands.

"There has to be something anything. Please." He tried breathlessly. You could see the fear and sadness in the eyes of the 'royal' man. Most assassins would feel bad and kill him painlessly. But he.......he wasn't most assassins.

He felt for no one and gave the employer what they wanted, a slow and upmost painful death. At a snail's pace Jiro drove the double-edged blade into his jugular, he gurgled and kicked his legs out. Until eventually he just stopped moving. His eyes would be the last thing he saw before he died. Sliding the blade out, Jiro wiped it on the pant leg of the man sheathed it back in his boot.

He hadn't known much about the man. Just that he was selling Blood Diamonds and it was 'getting in the way' as his employer had said. Jiro didn't ask many questions as long as he got paid at the end of the day. Apparently, the man was well connected to the infamous Dire family the disgusting people behind mining the precious stone. Selling that hunk of junk was bound to get him killed sooner or later.

Jiro sneered at the man he was now just a vessel, a body that once held a man. Picking him up he threw him over the side to fall one hundred feet to the concert below. The attention would draw enough people for him to slip into the night peacefully and unnoticed.

Did he feel bad? Hardly. This was his job something he was trained to do. Jiro couldn't change what has become such a natural instinct for him. It's not as if he loved to kill, though the thrill is definitely intense.

Jiro took killing a man as serious as one would take saving a man. Maybe if this guy didn't have so many enemies he wouldn't be so dead right now. At this rate, it wasn't his problem anymore.

The loud thud rang throughout the courtyard and a scream from one of the maids came shortly after. A woman in a long dress came running to the man's aid. His brain was basically splattered several feet from where his body lay and his limbs disoriented. He was dead and nothing on this earth would bring him back. No amount of prays or tears would make him breathe again.

In truth, Jiro probably didn't need to slice his throat. The fall would have killed him regardless but it what was requested of him. He was known to never disappoint.

Clad in black he hid in the shadows not wanting anyone to see him. He had to leave now if he had any chance to escape without anyone else dying. He stuck close to the walls hidden in the shadows and steered clear of the moonlight. So far this end of the home was quiet not a soul in sight. Most would have gathered in the courtyard after the maid's scream. 

He had planned for a full month before tonight, he was ready. On the first floor there was a door that led to the backyard then out to the forest. That would be his escape. He had planned for at most two guards by the back door no one else was on rotation at the time.

He certainly wasn't prepared for a child to be in his way.

A small boy came running down one of the offshoots in the hallway. He had a little robot in his hand it eyes glowed and as he ran it made computer noises. He stopped dead in his track as he saw Jiro. In this light, Jiro knew only his eyes would have been visible.

The little boy said nothing he just stared which was more creepy than anything to Jiro.

"¡Alberto vuelve aquí! Necesitas estar en la cama." A woman came from behind him shortly after, turning him and reprimanding him for running off. But the boys' eyes remained fixed on Jiro. After a moment the women noticed the child hadn't turned his head.

"¿Qué es?"The little boy pointed at Jiro and the woman followed his gaze. She screamed grabbing the child and backing up against the wall across from him.

Jiro stepped from the shadows the moonlight revealing his full stature a man of 6'4. He was towering over the small women. She started to slowly inch herself and the boy into a corner as Jiro needed. Her eyes welling with tears.

" El diablo ha venido a buscarnos esta noche porque Nyx ha llegado. Padre, por favor dame fuerzas." She closed her eyes shut and started to whisper prayers. She held her hand over the boy's eyes as well. They were so young he noticed as he looked at them the boy couldn't have been more than 4 and this woman who he assumed was his mother looked barely twenty. He stepped ever so silently closer to them. Until he could feel the woman breathe as she chanted. He reached out a finger and placed it gently over her lips.

"Shhhhh." She stopped chanting almost immediately. Opening her eyes and looked on at him in shock and shaking her head in agreeance profusely. She slumped to the ground as he backed away. Retuning to the shadows against the wall he continued on. Her faint cries drifting off as he got farther away.

Jiro neared the back door of the lavish home. Just as he suspected two guards were hanging out on the other side to his freedom. He could see they held semi-automatics in their hands and separate had guns in their belts. He had to be careful. Most of these guys were a little to trigger happy in his opinion. A misstep here could cost him his life. 

He just had to make his escape from the mansion where he killed one of the wealthiest men in this country. Not too hard right? He silently laughed to himself. He listened as they chatted idly.

"It's too late for this s**t why did we agree to do this again?" One of the guards said annoyed. 

"Because we need the money man. Besides from what I hear this old fucker has a whole pile of blood locked up tight. Once we get in on the inside all we gotta do is find it." The other stated matter of factly.

"I thought you said you sold your wife and already had one?"

"It was a fake. Just a ruby." He admitted quietly no remorse in his voice for his wife. Disgusting. Jiro wanted to kill them but he couldn't risk making a bigger mess.

"s**t I was wondering why you contracted us for another job. Man, how am I supposed to trust you? You're gonna get us killed." He wasn't wrong either Jiro thought him to beth smart of thee two.

"Please man I'm just asking for your help one more time and we are home free. We just need one of them and we will be so rich beyond our wildest dreams. Trust me, man." The one man kept going on and on about everything they would gain from a lump of bullshit. Jiro finally decided the best course of exit was a distraction. These guys would have been too far away to hear the maid doesn't seem like word had traveled to this end of the villa just yet.

 Just as he was formulating a plan a buzzt sound from the radios on their hips went off.

"Everyone to the courtyard we are doing a comb of the house. Boss has been murdered." They looked at each other in awe. 

"Oh s**t might be our lucky night. We should look for the blood before they all know."

"I don't like this man If we get caught I'm blaming it all on you." With that, they rushed off and Jiro didn't have to do any work. Damn, why don't you just do my job for me he thought.

As soon as they were out of eyesight he opened the nearby window to the door and hopped out. Just to be on the safe side some of the doors had alarms rigged to them. He didn't wanna draw any attention back this way. He hurried out of the back yard scaling the wired fence surrounding the property. The closer he got to the town at the bottom of the large hill he removed the cloth from around his mouth and head. He didn't exactly want to start sauntering around town looking like an assassin did he. Wouldn't be a good idea on his part.

The spring air hit his slightly sweaty face as he stepped out of the woods and into a nearby park. The street lamps had already come on and the children were gone. The swings were stilled and the void of laughter. As Jiro got closer to town the old buildings with terracotta roofs came into view and the brighter things were becoming. People were filling the streets and he could easily slip into the crowd. 

Whispers were already making their ways around the crowds. Of the Rich man on the hill being murdered. From Jiros understanding when he first came to this place the man he just murdered was acting like a tyrant. Promising blood to people in order for them to work tirelessly for him and end up gaining nothing in return. When they acted out he killed them without remorse.

A few people had started to chat and cheer in the middle of town. They stood on the ledge of a dried-up fountain. Their ratted clothes blowing in the wind. Tears streamed their dirt stained faces as the others joined in singing songs of restitution. More and more people were gathering until the very small crowd seemed to take up the whole town. 

Avoiding most peering eyes Jiro made it back to his hotel. A little green building run by an elderly woman. She paid him no mind and that's all he wanted. Once securely in his room door locked and blinds drawn he pulled out a burner phone from his pocket. Pressing speed dial he waited,  the songs of the people fading into the background.

"Is it done?" The old and dusty voice of a man chimed through.

"Done no casualties." He chuckled at my words.

"Thank you, Nyx. The money is already wired to your account. Thank you again, you don't know how this will change the tides of the world, my dear friend. With this job done I do have another if you're interested." He coughed his voice nearly giving out.

"I'm listening." This was unusual to say the least for him but he wasn't about to turn down a chance at more money.

"An extremely dangerous yet lucrative job. You will be contacted shortly at my college's discretion. I can promise you it'll be the life or death of you."  With a last painful sounding laugh, he hung up. Jiro removed the phone's battery and sim card and crushed it under his foot. He would take the batter and sim card with him elsewhere and dispose of them properly.

He would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't in the least bit curious about this 'job' Dangerous and lucrative seemed right up his alley. But that call made it seem like it was ore. Never had he had to wait to hear further details. Which made him feel like this would be his most important job to date. He couldn't let his mind dwell on it it is probably nothing more than what he did tonight.

Just another night, another murder, another dollar made.