Chapter II. I Am The Messenger: That Last Day

It was a beautiful weekend. Sunny as always in the city where my parents and I lived. Being a lazy kid at school where all my needs was provided easily by my ever understanding and generous dad. School was not a problem either: my dad has connections and I was always failing in all the tests. Why should I care? I would surely pass and make it to the next school grade anyway. Yes, just like the year before and the year before that.

To inspire my little lazy dumb brain,and bad attitude too, dad and mom wanted to give me some special weekend treat. I chose to go out and do shopping with them, have them buy all I wanted. We have loaded everything into our car and decided also to head to the nearby restaurant for dinner that Saturday evening.

After dinner, I knew my parents were tired but I was always the deciding factor and after all I knew it was I they wanted to please so that I would study at least a bit. I was thinking back then, "Oh f_ _ k that s_ _ t! Why should I?"

Being a typical me, and to partially punish my parents for not leaving my ass alone, I opted to watch the last show in the cinema with them. I can't even remember what that stupid film was! It ends around 9:30 PM and it was so much stretched day for mom and dad. And I did not care, I was actually enjoying seeing their exhaustion.

It was already late when we finished the film or when we decided to get back home. It was just before ten o'clock at night.We were in the parking of the cinema building and I was still sulking because of my parents who forced responsibilities on me. At least the way I thinkof it that time. I really hated that.

As I was sulking, it was when my dad was about to open the car doors when two masked individuals shot him thrice: head, head and left chest. They did the same to my mom. I wondered why they did not shoot me too. They searched for dad's wallet, took all the things they could put their hands intofrom the car and they also took my mom's shoulder bag. They took all the jewelries and watches my parents were having on that day.

I was immobile leaning hugging one of the nearby posts as I saw my parents shot to death. I was in that position until the police and ambulance arrived. That was when my lazy and comfortable and wealthy life was ended...

To be continued

Chapter I. I am the Messenger

Chapter I. I Am The Messenger

No regrets. I am as I am. I am the messenger. Anyone who wants his message delivered, I am glad to offer the service. My service costs a lot of money. How much? One attache case of bundled cash is the minimum. And my services cost blood and breath. "I'll take your breath away." This is always my first message to my recipients. Then, I deliver the final message..."the message of the messenger".

Most of the time, my recipients would laugh at my very face. The usual reaction is to take my first message as a joke. But once they hear the final message, they try to panic. Yet, the confusion stays in their expression. I know what they are thinking... that I am incapable... yes, incapable of ending their lives. I don't want to make people suffer from confused mind, thus, I always shoot them between the eyes to make them not to get confused further or to be confused longer than 30 seconds.

It's been 15 years of service. Yes, 15 years as a messenger. When I was 12, I started this profession. It was harsher for me back then, but I learned my lessons and lasted to this very day. I am not aware how many breaths I ended, or how many gallons of blood I allowed my recipients to waste for all these years. I have no idea. I cannot even count. But I am sure I am okay with all those cash I received from those who availed my services. I got a few sacks of them at my place.

... to becontinued...

I am the Messenger Chapter II. That Last Day