A Killer Move

KILL THE STALKER

(Mercy POV)

I take a seat at my favorite bar, Colossus. Ironically, it's small and shabby in comparison to other bars in the city, but for this neighborhood where majority of people are low-income earners and have temporary seasonal jobs, this is a huge haven. I take a seat at near the counter and order my favorite scotch and some fried chicken.

The young bartender passes a gentle smile and nods his head. While I can feel the warmth of his kindness, people around me are staring me, judging my very existence with a disgusting mindset.

The cold stares though are disturbing, I try my best to ignore them. I start humming my favorite song. "Fucking Contractor!" An old man behind me swears. I do not turn around. I am used to all the hate. Finally, the bartender brings my order to the counter with a note folded carefully beside the dish.

"A gentleman on the first floor wants to see you," The bartender says. For a second, I just wanted to hear his heavy melodious voice again  however the words he spoke really made me uncomfortable.

I sigh. I have a really terrible luck.  There is an option to escape, run away and never come back, but if that 'gentleman' knows my favorite bar, then he must also know my house address. I get up, pick my drink and dish and climb up to the first floor.

The floor is empty, except one man sitting beside a window. I slowly walk take a step forward, when suddenly the lights shut down. An image of boy projects on the wall.

"Drake Timothy," the man starts, "A 20 something photography student who lives with his few friends in an old tiny apartment in this neighborhood. He is an orphan adopted and kicked out twice from his foster family for behavioral issues and now he has been stalking my daughter for more than 4 months already."

"He is a kid," I try to reason with the gentleman whose face I couldn't make out due to darkness. He carefully moved himself just to make sure that his appearance is well hidden in the shadows.

"My daughter is a kid too. A brilliant kid with a bright future. This stalker, which you think is naive, harassed her. Tired of all his blackmails, my daughter tried to commit suicide," The 'gentleman' loudly and angrily replies, "I can't see my daughter in this state, feeling so weak and..." he stops. I hear him choking.

"Calm down, sir," I request him.

He throws something at me. My instinct pumps in and I catch the envelope. I open that envelop to regretfully find $10,000 and a photograph of my target with his current location marked on a small map.

I sigh and mockingly say, "Your wish is my command," I imagine a satisfactory smile on his face.

"Good," My client praises me, "Contact me once you finish your job. If I like your job, I might double your fees."

The man slowly exits the floor. It wouldn't benefit me to see his face, so I am standing still, finishing my drink in one gulp. The lights on the floor turn on and a waiter behind me asks, "The gentleman just now asked me to take your order. Would you like something?"

"Yeah..." I say, "Can you reheat my chicken?"

I climb down below in disappointment. My body moves again as if my bones got their own will and I lean back. The glass hits the wall and in an instant, shatters into thousands of small shards.  At the first sight, the crowd starts throwing insults at me, "Here comes the fucker."

"Who are you going to kill now, huh!?"

"I hear you rape the dead bodies!?"

"How can you sleep at night!?"