Dojin High

It's been 3 days now since Mika's accident, it's been the talk of the school. Luckily for me, Mika was too high on her pedestal to tell anyone I had asked her out so the word is she went out one night goofing around got caught in the floor, and ended up stumbling to a ledge that broke and she fell to her death. It wasn't too difficult to plan ahead no one really lived around the area I took my dog Yance left her at the end of the hall and told her to stay once I felt through the weak floor I planned beforehand Yance got excited and started chasing Mika, the noise combined with a faulty flashlight and taking her phone I knew shed panic and get lost, the torn-up ankle was pure luck. She didn't have a chance the moment she entered the house with me, and I, well I've got a sore ass. I wasn't expecting that fall to be that far below, definitely underestimated it, almost made me miss the big bang. There's something about watching something living splat on the floor and just like that its dead.

My pocket begins to vibrate, sliding my phone out, and looking at the message it reads "Genji Nakamura, Age: 34, Teacher, Bonus: Video Confession through Torture. Deadline: 48 Hours" welp, time to go to work. I stand up to exit the classroom but before I'm able to the teacher stops me. "Mr. Hatake, I don't remember dismissing you sit down before I embarrass you in front of everyone." Continuing my way to the door I slide it open and answer in a respectful tone " I've got business to take care of... Mr. Nakamura"

With only Forty-Seven hours and fifty minutes left on the clock, I needed to work fast. I knew the bare minimum, name, age, occupation, method of death. A contract is never that simple though you have to take into account the schedule of the target when are the most vulnerable, what do they drive, where do they live, and the biggest part, what secrets are the keeping. I've got more than usual knowledge since I'm his student however if I want the bonus pay I need to get him to confess and in order to get him to confess I need to know what he did.

I skipped the rest of the day and waited, man, it's hot. I should've waited until school was out to break into Mr. Nakamura's trunk, but it is less risky this way had I waited who knows who would've seen me break into his car. the sound of a car door opening and closing was followed by the start of the crappy old four-cylinder honda civic. twenty minutes passed before the vehicle shut off, I was practically drowning in my own sweat. The things I do for this damn job. After waiting several minutes I finally pop the trunk open we are in the driveway to a somewhat decent two-story modern Japanese home. Making my way into the yard I look through the side window Mr. Nakamura is sitting at a kitchen table with a young boy probably in grade school and a young girl probably in middle school. Hmm, nothing seems out of the ordinary, nothing rea-. With a sudden change inside it all made sense. The mother finally came into the kitchen serving her husband with eyes are were dead inside. I take a mental note of the players involved. "Mom: Late 30's, 5' 5", 110, slim build, small bust, long red hair, kind face. Father: 34, 5'9", 160, slim build with a beer gut, bald spots in his hair covered by comb-over, resting dick face." That's all I needed I didn't need to worry about the kids, or so I thought. While the mom walked away it was clear why she looked dead on the inside. Looking back at Nakamura his hand was on the little girl's shoulder, she was clearly uncomfortable. Picking her up and putting her in his lap with a sinister look in his eyes and a smile that would give clowns the chill. It all made sense, I had all the information I needed. Now I wait.

Hours had gone by, it was the dead of night and I had a plan. I walked up to the house and knocked on the door, several minutes had gone by until a drowsy Mr. Nakamura answered. "Hatake? do you have any idea what time it is?" hiding my grin I step back and point " Oh Mr. Nakamura, I didn't know you lived here, umm is that your car? I saw some guy bust the window out and take some things and ran off. I was just coming to tell the owner of the car." now awake from shock Mr. Nakamura shoves me aside rushing to his car, looking at one window then running around to the other he wears a look of confusion. "What car I don't see any damage?" just as Mr. Nakamura turned to look behind him I stepped in. "Sorry, my bad I guess I was mistaken." with one swift motion and an audible clang the tire iron I just used for batting practice on Mr. Nakamura's head was nice and bloody. I pop open the trunk and throw the unconscious Mr. Nakamura in along with the tire iron I took from his trunk. "Here hold onto this." Haha, funny like he was even conscious to catch the tire iron. I sit in the driver seat of the Honda jamming a screwdriver I found into the ignition and turning it, the engine starts up. Time to head to my favorite spot Mr. Nakamura, you should feel special not even Mika saw this one.

We drove for an hour until we were out in a remote area. A small workshop garage a few miles outside of the city, not the first time I've used it and probably not the last. I set Mr. Nakamura up inside strapped him into a hospital-type chair while I retrieved a leather bag from a cabinet close by, after finishing setting up my tool I take a minute to survey the room. Yup Nothings changed, it's the same small five hundred square foot two-door garage, with beaten up cabinets, car in the next garage opening while the chair is bolted into the ground in the empty garage.

Alright, I don't have all the time, and I've given you long enough to wake up. I grab the trust tire iron and give a few practice swings in the air. "Don't wanna pull anything you know?" with that being said I move close reach back and in one swift motion the tire iron connects with Mr. Nakamura's right knee cap, there is a loud crunch sound accompanied by the pained screams of a man being woken up by pain. "Nice of you to finally wake up!" I grab a camera out of the leather bag and set it up next to me so it only captures the targets face. "WHAT'S GOING ON?! WHERE AM I!? LET ME GO!!!" I break out into a laugh "Sorry Mr. Nakamura ill be conducting the interview, you will only speak when spoken to, do you understand?" Looking at his face it was clear he was still trying to focus on me and who I was. "Hatake? LET ME OUT OF HERE THIS INSTANT!!!" looking at the many shiny tools laid out on a cloth mat I grab a walnut cracker. "oh what a shame" sliding it over his pinky finger a smile crosses my face as I slowly press down feeling the crunching of his knuckle under the until a loud pop can be heard. Mr. Nakamura in so much pain is unable to scream instead he resorted to primal sounds and gasps of air. "GREAT! looks like we are both on the same page now I'm going to ask you a few questions. Before I ask any questions I walk back over to my laid out instruments whistling as I decide which to use next. Reaching for the branch cutter Mr. Nakamura's eyes go wide as he starts mumbling, before he breaks the rules I've laid out for him I put a finger over my pressed lips and tell him very quietly " shhhhh" the mumbling stops and is replaced by sporadic breathing and whines. Disgusting a grown man crying and sniffling like a little child, ill give you something to cry about. Without hesitation I remove Mr. Nakamura's socks and place the branch cutter over his pinky toe and with enough force to crunch through bone and tendon in one go "AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGG!!!" no longer able to make words Mr. Nakamura responds in just gurgles and screams. "Well, now that we are on the same page I'm going to ask this once. listen very carefully. What is it you are doing that you shouldn't be doing?" barely maintaining conscious Mr.Nakamura stammers "w-w-what d-do you m-m-mean, I h-haven't d-d-done any t-thing!" followed by sobbing " awwww dang. yea no that's not the answer I was looking for welp off with the other one!" swapping feet I whistle a childhood tune as I swiftly crack through his other pinky to allowing his blood to spill onto the floor. "Hmm you're a bleeder, that's gonna be a problem." As Mr.Nakamura continues to gurgle and scream in pain he loses consciousness. "Jeez, about damn time. my ears were starting to hurt." Reaching in my bag I grab a blow torch and a knife. After a short moment of heating the knife till it glowed a nice hot red I pressed it against his pouring wounds where toes once were connected, a sizzling could be heard followed by the smell of human flesh burning. " hmm I could go for some barbeque right now, hmm ill be back don't go anywhere!"

Time had passed the sun was starting to rise, after grabbing something I needed from my apartment and getting some barbeque I returned to the small working garage. Pulling the car in I notice an awake and well Mr. Nakamura struggling to break out of his chair. I exit the vehicle "I hope you are ready to confess now, I really hate when people drag these things out." Finding his resolve Mr. Nakamura shots an angry look " LET ME OUT RIGHT NOW! I SWEAR WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE YOU'RE DEAD!" disappointedly I make a short walk to the bench, hovering my finger over my tools slowly moving my finger until I stop, a bone saw, perfect. I turn and look at Mr. Nakamura as I slowly approach him with the bone saw in hand. "W-wait! PLEASE I-I-I DON'T K-KNOW!" I slowly place the sharp rigid edge against his wrist and look him in the eyes. "OKAY! I-IVE B-B-BEN EMBEZZLING! U-UH IV'E C-CHEATED ON M-MY W-WIFE, THAT ALL I-I-I SWEAR!!" a smile spread from ear to ear and I start a slow heavy sawing motion, blood spurts splashing across my face as Mr. Nakamura thrashes in pain. Crunching and ripping are all that can be heard as bone and flesh are ripped through stoping after his hand now fell off and dangles still connected to his wrist by a strand of skin. Shaking accompanied by gurgling and cries of pain is all Mr. Nakamura could do, looking him in the eyes it was clear he was withering in pain. "now, now, can't have you bleeding to death before I get that bonus." swapping out the bone saw for the blow torch and knife I heat it again, pressing the heated knife against his wrist it begins to cauterize all that could be heard was the sizzling of flesh and a grown man crying in pain. "Let's try this again, I'm sure you're daughter would want you to confess... right? Mr. Nakamura" His eyes lit up knowing what I was bringing up, his head dropped and he continued to sob tears and snot covering his face. "fine... I've b-been taking advantage of my daughter..." shifting my body to make eye contact with Mr. Nakamura I let him know. "that's not gonna be good enough, I need a confession or your foot is next, then your leg, and so on." Mr. Nakamura grit his teeth "yea I've been fucking the bitch so what! shes mine to do with as I please!" there it was the confession I needed, I could end this little play date. Before I could stand however Mr. Nakamura started laughing and continued " Just wait till I'm out of here she thinks she had it rough before her, her brother and her mother will all see just what I can do!" Hmm, I guess he snapped. "Oh Mr. Nakamura you won't be leaving." his head shot up being brought back to reality and remembers what position he was in. I walk over to his car and open the door, out jumps Yance. "meet Yance, shes an extremely well-trained attack dog. You see unlike most dogs she eats raw meat, her favorite happens to be testicles peculiar taste I know. What type of owner would I be if I didn't give her, her favorite treat every once in a while? Yance Attack" The docile dog now turned into a demon charging Mr. Nakamura with its fangs exposed it bites on his groin tearing and pulling while Mr. Nakamura screamed in pain. Blood began to pool out of his crotch as Yance finally ripped through his shorts and was enjoying a nice early morning snack. Growing tired of his yelling I grab the branch cutters and grab Mr. Nakamura's jaw grabbing his tongue with my fingers I slide the branch cutter in and with one strong squeeze his tongue was no longer attached and his yells turned into gurgles. Yance licking at the blood faucet below having finished her snack sat down, I left Mr. Nakamura's slimy tongue in his mouth. "Don't choke on your tongue, I hear that'll kill'ya" I grab Yance's leash and walk out of the door on the side before I close the door I take one last look at the man in the chair missing both his pinky toes, testicles, hand, and tongue, surrounded by a pool of blood he stopped moving. With that much blood loss, his body is going into total organ failure. I reach in my pocket and text the number that sent me the contract. "Contract completed, clean up and confession at drop off location" a reply came back instantly "Received, clean up and retrieval in progress, once the bonus is confirmed you will be paid." And that's how I killed Mr. Nakamura the pedophile teacher of Dojin High. "C'mon Yance its a nice morning well walk home once I find a place to wash my face of the blood and clean you up a bit too."

Me and Yance didn't get home till late that night, we washed up in a park restroom and the bonus was confirmed later as well. Now I just go back to school and wait for the next contract. Man what a normal life.