| General Fiction posted November 26, 2020 |
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Assassinate Me a Thriller contest entry
Celebrity Discount
by DragonSkulls
Assassinate Me A Thriller! Contest Winner
The author has placed a warning on this post for language.
Many people in this life say love makes the world go round. Those people are full of shit. Money makes this stinking world go round. That's why getting paid to kill people is rather costly. My services don't come cheap, especially if it's a celebrity that needs knocked off. Hence my little story here.
After paying a private dick to find out his wife was cheating on him, my client, I'll call him Mr. K, decided her insurance was worth a lot more than their love seemingly ever was. At a sweet three million, he was more than willing to have his fat-ass wife murdered.
He had a gig on a talk show or something stupid like that, I don't know or care, but that's when it had to be done, alibi and all. He knew once he left home, his wife would leave and hook up with her lover for a few hours of fasty nasty.
He was right. It wasn't even ten minutes after his limo picked him up that she was headed for the cheating side of town in her Rolls. Royce, just in case you're a little slow.
I followed her for a good while and then she pulled into the driveway of this gigantic mansion with a fountain out front and all. I parked a block away and went back to check out my options. There was nowhere to perch for a sniper rifle shot without knowing the layout of the place first. So, up close and personal it was.
I waited about ten minutes before I snuck my way across the elaborate lawn. Why this guy had chickens running all over the place, I had no clue but I didn't care. The wife and her lover were to be found dead together and then the second half of my three million would be paid. I made my way to the back and used my lock pick kit to gain entry. I double checked my silenced .45 and made sure the safety was off.
They were easy to find. I could hear her squealing from clear downstairs. I crept up the steps and paused for a few seconds outside the bedroom door. It was showtime.
I kicked in the door. K's wife screamed as she dismounted her lover. He jumped out of the bed like he was going to do something. I nearly laughed. He was a tiny, little freak. I almost didn't want to waste a bullet on him but that was in the contract. I could have bitch slapped him and ended his life, he was so small.
I went on with the reason why I was there and shot him square in the chest and he collapsed. He was dead. Mrs. K flopped on the floor beside him and wailed, "Why, you bastard, why?"
I popped another round into Gonzo's head and just before I shot that cheating pig right in her face, I said, "Kermit sends his regards."
Many people in this life say love makes the world go round. Those people are full of shit. Money makes this stinking world go round. That's why getting paid to kill people is rather costly. My services don't come cheap, especially if it's a celebrity that needs knocked off. Hence my little story here.
After paying a private dick to find out his wife was cheating on him, my client, I'll call him Mr. K, decided her insurance was worth a lot more than their love seemingly ever was. At a sweet three million, he was more than willing to have his fat-ass wife murdered.
He had a gig on a talk show or something stupid like that, I don't know or care, but that's when it had to be done, alibi and all. He knew once he left home, his wife would leave and hook up with her lover for a few hours of fasty nasty.
He was right. It wasn't even ten minutes after his limo picked him up that she was headed for the cheating side of town in her Rolls. Royce, just in case you're a little slow.
I followed her for a good while and then she pulled into the driveway of this gigantic mansion with a fountain out front and all. I parked a block away and went back to check out my options. There was nowhere to perch for a sniper rifle shot without knowing the layout of the place first. So, up close and personal it was.
I waited about ten minutes before I snuck my way across the elaborate lawn. Why this guy had chickens running all over the place, I had no clue but I didn't care. The wife and her lover were to be found dead together and then the second half of my three million would be paid. I made my way to the back and used my lock pick kit to gain entry. I double checked my silenced .45 and made sure the safety was off.
They were easy to find. I could hear her squealing from clear downstairs. I crept up the steps and paused for a few seconds outside the bedroom door. It was showtime.
I kicked in the door. K's wife screamed as she dismounted her lover. He jumped out of the bed like he was going to do something. I nearly laughed. He was a tiny, little freak. I almost didn't want to waste a bullet on him but that was in the contract. I could have bitch slapped him and ended his life, he was so small.
I went on with the reason why I was there and shot him square in the chest and he collapsed. He was dead. Mrs. K flopped on the floor beside him and wailed, "Why, you bastard, why?"
I popped another round into Gonzo's head and just before I shot that cheating pig right in her face, I said, "Kermit sends his regards."
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Writing Prompt In 500 words or less, write a thriller (or/and horror) prose involving an assassin/assassination or hitman/hitwoman. No poetry or script, please. Be creative and have fun! :) |
Assassinate Me A Thriller! Contest Winner |
Gonzo had chickens for a number of his acts on the Muppets. That's why he had chickens on the lawn of his mansion.
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