A glimpse to the past

Red.

Francisco forced me to use a suit with that color when I had to work, no one besides me had to wear it. After a time I understood the motive.

The moment my targets gazed upon the dull red embracing my body, all their hopes faded away. I was the representant of the inherent meaning of that color.

And Francisco couldn´t be more satisfied by that fact.

My hands wrapped in black gloves, my trunk had a bulletproof vest protecting it under the coat. I had the cover of my pistol on the left side while my knife was on the right.

-Please! I´ll somehow gel the money! I just need more time!

Trembling voice and body, dripping sweat, cristal eyes. The only functional hand he had was gripping my feet.

-... "Don´t purchase from us again"...I thought I told you so... Guess breaking your arm wasn´t enough warning...

-I´M SORRY! PLEASE, FORGIVE ME! I...... I JUST CAN´T LIVE WITHOUT IT!!

-...

The white drug this guy often consumed was laying on the floor.

If you ask me, he consumed this too often.

Not my problem anyway.

After being incapable to pay our loans with the interests, I was sent to break some of his bones as a warning. Meaning that the deadline was getting closer.

At that moment I had a good talk with the guy to make him stop associating with us, I even helped him to get a job good enough to pay the debt in a couple of years.

But he fuck it up at the end.

Instead of paying the debt, he increased it to acquire more drugs. And with the new quantity, it became impossible for him to keep up with the collectors.

Now it was my turn to deal with our irresponsible client.

The logic was simple, since he can´t pay in life, he will in death.

With the handy life insurance that he voluntarily gave to us some days ago.

The amount of the insurance didn´t cover all of the expenses, but it was enough, and most importantly, it served to maintain our image.

-... Look at you... I gave you one final chance, and you decided to waste it as an authentic imbecile...... I´ll ask, though I already know the answer...

I lifted his face so he could look me in the eyes.

-Do you have the money?

His face already made a mess crashed against the floor, a mixture of facial fluids almost dirtied my shoes.

-FORGIVE ME!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!! I BEG YOU!!

-... Of course not...

I pulled out the pistol and with all tranquility, I put the supressor, removed the safe, and aimed the cannon against his head, my finger on the trigger ready to shoot.

-ANOTHER CHANCE! I JUST NEED ONE MORE! I SWEAR I´LL MAKE IT RIGHT THIS TIME!

-What part of "last chance" you didn´t catch?... I risked my neck to give you a hand, And this is how you thank me?... Seems like you´re not only an imbecile, you´re also very ungrateful...... It´s disappointing...

-PLEASE!! I´LL DO ANYTHING!! PLEASE DON´T KILL ME!!

-...

Even pathetic people can get a family. This guy was a clear example.

But how attached is he to them?

-... All right, I´ll give you one more shot.

I didn´t move the pistol a mere centimeter, but the colors of the man returned to his skin along with a spark of hope.

-Instead of your life, I´ll take your wife, and I´ll turn your daughter in one of our whores. What do you say?

-......

The man was stunned, his mouth moved up and down with the sound of his teeth hitting each other. His head stayed down as his hands were making a mess of his hair with frenetic moves.

C´mon... Give a good answer... Show me the kind of human you are...

I had already made this question before uncountable times, it was the final test and support I was willing to give regardless of the consequences.

Although it didn´t matter his response, his life was over, he was already condemned.

But I wasn´t able to say the same about his family.

I can´t let alive someone that Francisco wants dead, otherwise, the punishment will be directed to me, and deal with hitmen was not a nice experience.

However, his family still could have possibilities to reach a future with relative stability with my help.

I had an arrangement with Francisco to make sure that he wouldn´t interfere in those situations.

The matter lies upon the answer of this man.

-I-I...

-Yhea?

I pushed the gun against his head, rising the pressure.

-A-Ah......

-I don´t have all day, respond.

The man pulled out his wallet, there was a photo of his wife and daughter inside.

-...

He contemplated the image for a moment.

Ho? Will it be that you...?

My hand began to take away the weapon.

-...Rgh...

Krrgh*

Just to then look how he destroyed and spread around the rests of the paper on the floor.

-Do whatever you want with them! But let me live!

-...

Bastard...

Bang*

The body of the man fell with a null sound.

Bang* Bang*

Despite his head already had a hole, my feelings provoked me to make another two.

-Don´t give me false hope, scumbag.

I turned around and stepped out of his house hiding my weapon.

After a few meters, a woman accompanied by her teenage daughter was getting close to the place that I just came out.

-Today the teacher congratulated me for my notes! I was the best on today's test!

-Really? How nice! Let´s tell your father, maybe he´ll give you a present.

-Ugh. Do we really have to?

-Give him a chance, he has been changing, if not I wouldn´t have accepted to reunite with him like this.

-Just don´t marry him again, I don´t want him to drag us into his mess once more.

The conversation made me look at them involuntarily, when our eyes met, we exchanged a brief greeting, though I didn´t stop to be part of another conversation.

-Wow, Did you see that scar? It was huge...

-And he looks so young... I don´t want to imagine what the poor boy had to live...

With those words wandering behind me, and after walking for some streets, I arrived at the car waiting for me.

-Done?

-... Done.

Without further conversation, the driver turned on the engine and we began to move, the route back forcibly passed around the house of my target.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! *

The scream of the woman was heard around all the block, outside the house I saw the girl making a call with anguish as her dominant emotion.

They will remember him as a good man with some issues, us, as one of our many clients that didn´t pay in time, and was unable to cover the interests.

At that moment I had understood that blame and hate myself was useless, I was going to repeat my actions several times, so that kind of feeling was unnecessary.

To both the job and me.

And, more importantly, to Francisco.

-The boss sends you this.

The driver pulled out an envelope from the glove compartment.

-Another errand?

-No idea, I was ordered to not look.

-I see.

Not thinking much about it, I opened it and pulled out the letter, my eyes consuming its content in few seconds.

-...Heh...Hehehe...

-...

My weird laugh got the awkward look of my driver, I ignored him as I saved the piece of paper inside my coat and gazed at the horizon with the sound of police sirens ringing far away.

-Found you... Mom...

That day I had obtained important information.

Clap! * Clap! *

-Wonderfull! Sublime! Spectacular!

The volume of his prases was only comparable to the sound of his palms clapping.

It was annoying in a lot of senses.

-What would it be more painful to you? Turn your bones into dust and slowly break your skull with my hands, or exorcize you halfway to then heal you and repeat the process for another 30 times?

-Hohoho! While I´m here nothing of that matters. Right? And since you´re someone that hates useless information, the best would be to say nothing.

-... Go to hell...

-Ohohoho!

I wasn´t sure of how much time had passed, but I supposed that quite a lot.

Just after sitting on the couch, a screen appeared in front of us showing my memories.

Sometimes there were irrelevant memories, like the first time I cooked or went to the mall.

Other times it showed my missions of assassination or drug exportation from when I was on the mafia.

The guy was especially annoying respect vehicles. There weren´t few the times I had to drive an armored truck or a limousine to move from one place to another.

Obviously, I didn´t respond to any of his questions, and I limited myself to just insult and threaten him while also extracted some information about him.

I want to get out of here as soon as possible, but I don´t know when I´ll have another chance to get info from this pile of bones, so I have to take advantage of the moment as much as I can, for the sake of my future...

Until now I didn´t have obtained much data.

I know that he was the king of Raphil more than 300 years ago, and from what I heard, he lived in the ages of wars against demons. During that period a rebellion occurred during his mandate and eventually, he was dethroned and executed. The fact that he is now like this is thanks to his wife, who was a necromancer witch.

Convert the soul of your husband into a curse that takes possession of a stranger to command an army of living deaths to a mundial carnage...... Can that be considered as an act of love?...

-Nah, no way...