T+ -- Teen Plus
Trigger AKA Derrick Jackson, Noir City's most brutal assassin, decides to give up his life of killing but no matter where he runs, he cannot escape his past life.
CHAPTER 1: WITHOUT A TRACE
A young boy was sitting on his bed watching TV. He thought it was going to be a normal night. He would eat dinner at seven as usual, have his bath and go to bed. But he was wrong. His Mother was calling him for dinner. He hesitantly turned off the TV and walked into the kitchen. As I watched through the window, my heart sunk a tiny bit deeper as his loving mother kissed him on the forehead while she laid the plate down in front of him. Then his dad walked into the room. He smiled at his bubbly son and looked out the window. He was worried. He had a reason to be.
My client wanted this man dead for a reason I didn't know. It wasn't my job to know. But it was my job to kill him without leaving a trace. I am notorious around this city under the name, Trigger. Killing was never something I enjoyed but I had no other choice. I was the child of two criminals. They were separated from me when I was young and I had to look after myself. I met the wrong people. Made the wrong choices. And it took me there, standing on a rooftop in Noir City about to slaughter a family I didn't even know. It destroys a part of me every single time.
I leapt down, shattering the glass as I entered the room. The woman screamed and grabbed her son as tight as she could. Within seconds I withdrew my gun and shot her in the head. The boy roared in pain as he kneeled down to his mothers body. The father quickly picked up the kitchen knife and charged at me. I swerved out the way, grabbed him and hurled him out the window, shooting him in the face as I do so. He would have suffered more pain if I hadn't shot him. Then I turned to the boy. The rule of an assassin is to kill your targets without leaving a trace. If I let the boy survive he could identify me and throw me behind bars for the rest of my life. I held my gun towards his forehead but he didn't look scared. His eyes, filled with fire, glared at me as I held the gun.
I recognised the expression and the same feeling came rushing back to me. I saw myself as a young boy. It was just another regular day. My Mom and Dad were at home with me and I felt so comfortable. They may have had a rough life and a rough career but they loved each other and they loved me. Suddenly half a dozen men stormed into the room with guns. They kicked me out of the way and arrested my parents. They dragged my father out of the room while my mother reached her arms out to try and grab me. "It's going to be okay" She said calmly, clinging on to me. The men beat her but she wouldn't let go. A man then punched her in the face and she collapsed. As they dragged her out the room and she looked up at me, still trying to reach me. "I love you" she whispered as she disappeared behind the slammed door. I lingered at the spot I was standing for a few seconds. Then I rushed for the door and opened it. I ran outside but they were gone. And then I made that face, the face the young boy was making at me.
I had taken too long to do my job and the police were entering the building. Panicked, I tried to decide what to do with the boy. I couldn't leave him incase he was able to identify me but I couldn't kill him. Not after what I did. This wasn't the same as killing some drug dealer or nightclub owner. I had just taken an innocent boy's family away from him forever and I just couldn't kill him. If I leave him he will get adopted into a loving family I told myself.
Suddenly the police smashed into the apartment and held their guns up. The man in the front stepped into the room and saw the boy. "Check the room!" He barked at the other men as he rushed over to the boy. He kneeled down beside him.
"Where is he?" The man firmly asked the boy. The boy's eyes hadn't left the smashed window. The policeman rushed over to the window and looked outside. The ground was about 20 stories down and I was nowhere to be seen. It was a close shave but I had just about escaped.
Exhausted, I just about managed to make it back to my apartment. I was still hazed about what had just happened. I had never hesitated when killing someone before. Like every other time I've felt guilty over killing, I just brushed off my feelings of guilt. After all it's my job I told myself as I watched over the city. But I couldn't get the boy's face out of my mind.
My guilt was overthrowing me. I felt more sick then I had ever felt in my entire life. I knew what I do was wrong but I had never considered much about the people I was killing. I was just in it for the money and never pictured my victims as actual human beings with families. But that is my job, I kept telling myself. I have no other choice, I convinced myself. But I do have a choice. I can't keep doing this. Not to other people. And not to myself.
This story is a part of Innovation Inc.! TRIGGER: CHAPTER 2 is coming soon...