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Everybody’s first kill is messy. It takes a few to learn how to get the job done without any problems. Some people, on the other hand, are just not meant to be contract killers. Some people, like Ray, are born animals of destruction, vessels of pure carnage. He was what gangsters would call “the muscle” and what young ladies’ mothers would call “trouble”. He hadn’t always looked that way, but he’d always acted that way. The only serious relationship he’d ever had had been with a self-deprecating woman who had turned to drink to deal with the issues Ray had awoken in her. But Ray had never forgotten that first kill. It hadn’t been a job, rather an accident. A messy accident.

When the mother-in-law had stopped screaming and crying and shaking hysterically, Ray had taken her in his arms and held her before giving a sharp snap and breaking her neck. This wasn’t how I had imagined this happening, he thought, looking down at Laura’s battered and beaten body, the back of her head caved in and dark with blood. What shocked him most was the absence of emotion as he looked down at Laura’s pale, limp body. He imagined the tiny baby inside of her to be a dying light bulb, flickering for a minute or two before finally fading.

She should have told him alone first. Why couldn’t she have discussed it with him before breaking the news to her mother? She should have told him…

Description
Everybody’s first kill is messy. It takes a few to learn how to get the job done without any problems. Some people, on the other hand, are just not meant to be contract killers. Some people, like Ray, are born animals of destruction, vessels of pure carnage. He was what gangsters would call “the muscle” and what young ladies’ mothers would call “trouble”. He hadn’t always looked that way, but he’d always acted that way. The only serious relationship he’d ever had had been with a self-deprecating woman who had turned to drink to deal with the issues Ray had awoken in her. But Ray had never forgotten that first kill. It hadn’t been a job, rather an accident. A messy accident.

When the mother-in-law had stopped screaming and crying and shaking hysterically, Ray had taken her in his arms and held her before giving a sharp snap and breaking her neck. This wasn’t how I had imagined this happening, he thought, looking down at Laura’s battered and beaten body, the back of her head caved in and dark with blood. What shocked him most was the absence of emotion as he looked down at Laura’s pale, limp body. He imagined the tiny baby inside of her to be a dying light bulb, flickering for a minute or two before finally fading.

She should have told him alone first. Why couldn’t she have discussed it with him before breaking the news to her mother? She should have told him…