Secret Killer

Chapter 1

It suddenly happened, the gun went off and time stopped. The body dropped to the ground with a big thud. He was dead, I did my job. Now there is one less terrorist on this earth. As I stood and watched the blood pour out of the lifeless torso, my body was telling me to stay, but my mind was telling me to get the hell away from here. My mind won this battle, like it does every time. I sprinted out into the street and threw the gun into a sewage disposal crate. I ran seven blocks until I reached the Sweetwater Police station. I never thought I would find myself here, especially when the police are on a manhunt for me. I strut into the police station and the receptionist's eyes grow wide when she sees me. She quickly yells, "Hey we got Costello!". As soon as she said my last name, the whole police station got so quiet and Detective Williams tackled me to the ground. All I could think of is, "Williams needs to lay off the donuts."

"Ha I knew we would catch a scumbag like you, Costello," said Williams

"Think what you want Williams. You and I both know I came here willingly."

As Williams tightened my cuffs he said,"Well, now that you're here you're not getting away, again."

"I didn't kill those people, someone is setting me up. We need to find them or else the bombings and assassinations won't cese."

"We have video evidence that places you at the parade, where Andrew Smith was assassinated."

So I did assassinate Smith, but it was for good reason. He was human trafficking teenage girls from Africa. Plus that bastard double crossed me when he anonymously notified the police I was back in New York.

"Sure you do," I say nonchalantly.

I figured if I was in jail and another assassination or bombing happened I couldn't be held responsible. While Williams led me through the police station to the transport jail cell, I was getting a mix of looks. Some looks were confused, spiteful, and relived. Williams unlocked the cell door and pushed me into the cold, damp, STD filled holding cell.This cell must have held over a thousand petty criminals, hookers, and druggies. He locked the cell and gave me a triumphant look, before he walked away I gave him a smirk that rattled him. Williams hesitantly, turned and walked away. Perhaps the reason Williams hesitated is because he couldn't stand not having me in his sights. I could leave whenever I damn well pleased and deep down he knew that even he couldn't stop me. There was no way I was sleeping on the cot in my cell, so I dusted off the metal chair in the corner. I sat in silence on the cold metal chair, until my eyes started to get heavy, then I found myself asleep.

You might be asking yourself, "How could a human being turn out as horrible as I". Well I never was a twisted assassin at birth. I was born in Chicago where my parents were the bosses of the biggest mafia gang left of the Mississippi river. I was obvious to my parents' real identities, until I was thirteen. That's when the biggest mafia war broke out, Costello's vs Marchabello's. One the Marchabello's broke into our house, while my mother and I were washing dishes. All the sudden my mom pulls out an Mk 14 and shots him to smithereens. After that my life was never the same; I had fighting lessons, I regularly shot guns, and I was never alone. I especially was never alone with boys, my father thought they would distract me from the family business. He always used to tell me, "Bridget having relations with a guy will make you soft and weak. Your name doesn't mean weak and worthless, it means strong and powerful."

Even after his demise, his words of wisdom have always stuck with me.In a way I am grateful my father prepared me for the harsh reality of life. I had a screwed up childhood, but without my screwed up childhood I would be six feet under.

I awoke to Detective Williams banging on the cell bars.

"Wakey wakey eggs and bakey," said Williams.

I goan then stand up and crack my neck. I walk over to Detective Williams and give him the biggest fake smile, as if I'm saying, "Good morning! I'm so happy to see your not dead!"

"I'm happy to know that you're glad to see me," said Williams

"Well I see the assassins failed. I should probably give my business to a hitman that will succeed."

"Ha why don't you just kill me yourself?"

"Where's the fun in that? My assassinations are quick and almost painless, but I know of some people who make their kills an art," I look Williams in the eye and give him a grin.

Williams slowly backs away from the bar cells and says, "This is why you're locked up Costello, someone will bring you breakfast later."