If We Only Had A Chance

No Better than You

Warning: Murder, mention of pornography, dysfunctional family

When I got back to my safe house I sat on the ripped couch and laid back. Since my dad died it's been just me. My brother took off much before when dad chose me as his for lack of a better term, "successor". Mark Malen had been my dad's business partner way back when. Malen had crossed him in a deal that ended with half their team dead in a parking lot along with a couple of innocents. Just like everyone in this book he betrayed my dad and he was put on a list.

I stood up and went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I took out the water and jumped on the counter. The place used to be my Dad's but it was taken out of his name a long time ago. I can almost remember coming here when I was younger to shoot in the basement. Guns were my specialty as well as long range weapons. My brother on the other hand was a jack of all trades. There was nothing he wasn't good at. I often question why my dad chose me.

I move to the living room and turn on the news. The TV sparks to life and the first thing I see I couldn't believe.

"That was fast," I said, taking another drink of water. A white house was shown on the tv as well as the FBI escorting a girl out of the house. She looked scared but very relieved when she saw the body bag rolling by. "Must've been a neighbor," I told myself but I knew that wasn't true when I saw a man talking to another man as they stared at the scarred girl.

"Agent Kailo." I stared at the screen and watched him converse with his partner who must be new because I've never seen him before. Agent Kailo was always finding my messes and always trying to find me but I don't make mistakes like that. I remember an interview he did a while ago when my kill count spiked. Called me a psychopath and said that the world should be rid of such a monster. We were great friends if you couldn't tell.

The camera panned back to the newscaster as she explained what happened. It was believed to be the same killer who's been killing for the past two years. The Mercy Killer.

"That's a horrible name," I huffed out as she explained about the brutal murders and bombing of the terroristic murder. The people named me the Mercy Killer after the bombing, the people I needed dead had a bullet through their head. Never leaving people to suffer they said.

"The Mercy Killer has once again struck and we advise everyone to be safe as the FBI investigates. Now onto Kelly with the topside view of traffic." The news anchors switched to a lady in a helicopter while I thought back to Agent Kailo.

They got the FBI involved publicly after the bombing but they were involved since they realized the killings were serial. Agent Kailo was the head of my case and he's been chasing me since I started, always three steps behind.

I grabbed my duffle off the floor by the door and pulled out my rifle and orange vest. I set the rifle on the desk in front of the gun wall. I go into the kitchen and open a drawer by the kitchen sink to grab the match box and a small bottle of gasoline. Tossing the vest into the sink and dowsing it in gasoline I light the match and toss it in the sink.

"Get rid of evidence." My dad always said when he showed me different methods of burning clothing and items. I almost can't believe I'm still killing for the bastard after all he's done. I go back to my duffle and pull out the black book. I flip to my page and read off the next name and sigh. Alexandria Nazo. She was the head of the NAZO foundation for helping in need children. Under all of that it was pornography ring. My father and her worked together on a hit until she ratted him out to the police and put a hit out on him. He was in hiding for a couple months and my brother had to take care of me.

I look at my gun wall and trade my hunting rifle in for Glock 22. A cop's weapon, always ironic when I kill someone with it. Along with the gun I grab a double edged blade and hide it in my boot. Two hits one day. Got to keep them on their toes and I have a book of people to kill. I walk to the back room, my room although I barely sleep in it, and open the small closet, I strip off my green hoodie and hat and put on a yellow hoodie and a purple hat.