C1 Prologue: Part 1 The Gaze of an Assassin

Hhmm... So far in my life I've met 3 types of criminals: There are the so-called forced criminals. You know the; I had no choice, I had to do it.

After a bit of research around the subject I've learned that any crime, whereby there's a bit of hesitation, is considered to be forced. It has been considered to be nothing less of a lost battle between two parties with the latter having the upper hand and the former having a weak mind. Whether if it's stealing, scamming or even rape. A battle was lost. That's all there is to it: weak minds.

Then, there are the baseless crime or commonly known as the basic ill intent. No doubt, no second thought, they just do it. Sometimes it's adaptation of those forced into the field and choose the path as a resistance. But amongst the group there are the sociopaths, psychopaths and more, they don't need a reason to move. They just satisfy their own desires.

Honestly it doesn't matter whether you were forced into it or just simply like the thrill. What matters is your impact. So what if you were forced? The mere fact that you were forced into it is a clear sign that you're mentally weak and there's no place for weaklings in society. There's always another path; you just simply choose submission.

Then there are these guys; The assassins, hitmen, executioners, whatever they're called.

“Are you ready to go in?” An assistant by me asks looking through the glass at the elephant in the room; she looks uncomfortable.

What goes on in the mind of an Assassin? Nothing. Simply nothing.

I've already dealt with near a hundred of these guys, all of them say the same thing: loyalty. And I'm not talking about your local: please do this for me gun, but the ones that linger in the shadows of giant companies, the ones that represent colossal figures. Whether is the president or the ambassador, they're always there.

“Uh huh,” I walk through the door into the white room; it's cold in here.

For me, people in this field represent the true demons in society. Good looking, great communication skills, a very calming atmosphere and welcoming eyes, like this guy right here. Well, it is either these characteristics or something like a shadow. Simply there but not existing. Only there when your body drops and you see them walking off; if you're lucky.

“Doc!” He just says one word and I'm already annoyed.

“Haaa…” A sigh escapes my lips as I sit down. Am I irritated by him because he's an assassin? No. Is it because he's taller than me and better looking? Definitely. But! I can always see the tears if the clown.

Below that "perfect jawline", that semi- muscular build is a plastic flower that constantly hopes for its destruction. It's sometimes a sad story but this guy... Fuck'm.

“Want a piece of gum?” I slide it over to him putting the tablet onto the clipboard. He smiles about to say something, I won't allow him, “Don't resist, I'm just being nice. I feel like you're about to spew out shit and I'm trying to make it pleasant for my ears.”

He smiles yet again looking down at the gum, then looks up with a piecing gaze. “Doc, are you having a bad day?” His voice is earnest and warm but to my ears it's irritating and worthless.

“If I was having a bad day I would not be here, trust me; I'd rather be dead instead.”

“Well doc seeing it like that is not gonna help. I say, you are having a bad day and is forced to come meet me. They say you have a choice but we both know that you're trying to suppress that fact into yourself because you know...” He pauses to read me from my reaction; fucking hell!

“You and me are not so very different... I mean think about it; the older you get the younger you become... The further you walk away from you true self the close you are to your real self... The more you lie about yourself the more you describe yourself in accordance to how you want to be seen... Why do you think that it's easier to see someone’s cons instead of their pros? Reflection... That's why I say you and me are not that very...” He pauses once again to let me finish the "different" part.

Still maintaining his warm smile he picks up the gum and nods to me; I guess if I don't say different with my mouth I said it in my mind. And him taking the gum is supposed to represent trust amongst two common friends?