Everything is Disposable

The feeling of the gun in my hands, the feeling of my heart pounding in my chest as my finger pressed down hard on the trigger. My arm was still pointing straight at subject: Carson Phillips. The final release in the quiet woods as the silencer cuts off the loud bang. It's a thrill. An adrenaline you wouldn't imagine. His last few cries are drowned out by the sound of death's door opening and letting him in.

          I laugh and twirl the gun before slipping it in the waistband of my jeans. I know I shouldn't be laughing, but that man was too gullible. I could have finished that hit with my eyes closed and both hands tied behind my back. I wriggle my hand into my pocket to feel for my Zippo lighter. I have to flick it a couple times in order to get a flame. I hold it up to his cotton shirt after drenching him in  the bottle of gasoline that had been stored in the back of my car ever since I arrived in Westerville.

"Always come prepared" I muttered to myself before running back to my vehicle, only bothering to look back to make sure my tracks weren't visible.

As I get into my carI rejoice in another completed mission and decide to treat myself to a cup of coffee. By now I figured I was just as heartless as everybody else in this place, maybe a bit more but I doubt it.  I mean, what's so different about an assassin and God? One of them takes your life eventually. I guess you could say I think of myself as a saviour. It's hard to even wonder what it would be like to have another job. Nothing made me feel this good. I, Kurt Hummel, could be the greatest assassin there was. At least that's what I wanted to believe.

          When I finally arrived at the coffee shop a little out of Westerville it was around 3am. Good thing this was a 24 hour coffee shop. Why there are 24 hour coffee shops, I have no idea, but it was useful.

"Apparently they do." I breathed as I slammed the car door and walked the thirty feet to the doors. A blast of warm air and the smell of coffee beans hit me as I strolled in. I smiled and went up to the counter, ordering my usual latté. There was hardly anybody in the building besides me, some angry looking guy,and the staff.

          As I drained out my cup I took out my phone and typed out a quick message to Michael, telling him to arrange a flight home since the hit was done. I drummed my fingers on the table as I awaited a reply. My boss never took long to answer, especially since I was his favourite. Of course, he never told me that. I just always had a feeling. I mean, who could blame him. Everyone liked me, no exaggeration. You have to be easy to get along with when you're an assassin after all.

          Like I suspected, Michael answered saying something along the lines of "Another great job Kurt! See you soon!" I smiled to myself as I read the message. He would always praise me even though I had pressed a little too close to the deadline this time; one more day and the pay would have dropped. I pocketed my phone, crunching my cup and springing out of my seat to leave.However, I took the time to shoot a look to the peeved off looking guy who had been watching me for the entirety of my stay. I trudged back to my Navigator and drove back to the house I was currently situated in. Tomorrow I would be on a plane heading to the office to collect my payment.Then to an empty house. I hated the feeling of it, the lonely feeling of only one presence in a big house. There wasn't really much to say about it though. I only had myself to blame; I killed both my parents in a random wave of anger. I guess that's why I decided to become an assassin. That, and the money. That part was excellence. The last thing I remember from then to the time I fell asleep was ordering Chinese food and watching early morning episodes of Modern Family.

          I woke up to my cell vibrating violently on my bed side table. I groaned and reached my hand out to grasp it. I sat up slowly, blinking and rubbing my eyes a bit before putting my glasses on so I could read more clearly.

ONE NEW MESSAGE FROM : MICHAEL

I opened it quickly and read the contents. Turned out my flight was leaving in a half an hour. I threw my phone in my little bad of stuff, grabbed a pair of black jeans, and a forest green long sleeve.

"Shit"

I swore as I padded to the bathroom. I shivered as the warm water hit my skin; it formed goose bumps almost immediately. After jumping out of the shower, styling my hair as fast as I could, and adjusting my outfit, I slipped on my shoes. I then shouldered my bag and headed out the door- closing and locking it for who knows how long.

While driving to the airport I almost forgot to ditch my gun, but did so in some gentleman's garbage can. However, only after cleaning any and all traces of DNA there was. I cursed at myself for skipping my moisturizing routine when I finally stepped foot into the crowded airport. I handed yet another fake passport to the lady at the desk, humming the theme song to Mission Impossible. Don't make fun of me, it's purely helps my work performance. My eyes kept darting around, expecting an undercover cop to fly up in the air and attack me, and as I struggled to get away he would rip my head off with his razor sharp teeth, making rabid animal sounds and that would be my gruesome end. Dramatic? Maybe, but to my good fortune I didn't have to worry about that. Spoiler alert; No cop-werewolf mixes attacked me. 

When I got comfortable in my seat, a lady with eyes too big for her head sat down beside me. She tried to talk to me, making a poor attempt at conversation, but I just scoffed at her and turned my attention toward my now, very interesting empty inbox on my cell. Usually I would greet her right away, but I wasn't feeling it today. Maybe I was bummed out about this hit. Maybe I missed New York. I doubted it, but it was some type of an excuse for my behaviour.

"Excuse me?"

I heard her tiny voice squeak annoyingly in my ear. I tried to ignore her until she tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to her impatiently.

"What?" I spat out at her.

She honestly looked shocked. She kept opening and closing her mouth before actually saying something. I rolled my eyes more than once during her whole introduction.

"Yeah, hi..." I managed to get out before she interrupted me.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go look around at Sky mall, I heard they-"

"Not interested lady."

This time I was the one to cut her off. I could tell she was flirting with me, and I was the least interested person on this whole plane. In high school, everyone either thought, or knew, I was gay. But now, all of a sudden I'm 23 turning 24 and all the girls think I'm straighter than a pin.

She huffed and turned away from me, being an over-dramatic priss and looking offended. I groaned and enjoyed the rest of my flight in silence when she finally turned and started chatting with the guy across from her.

My Boss was waiting at the office for me. He greeted me with a curt nod and wave. I waved back and dropped my bag by his desk to hand back Carson's file and pictures. He smiled when I dropped it on his desk. He flipped through it briefly.

"Again, Good job Kurt. I hope you don't mind but we have another one for you, the client said he would drop off the information in about a week."

"Great..." I said sarcastically. "More work!" I smiled big then dropped it instantly. I did like my job, but I didn't like when they had scheduled one hit after another. "Why can't Dave or Nick take this one?"

He laughed and gave me a quick pat on the shoulder.

"Well Kurt, this guy's a bit of a challenge according to his provider" He smiled even wider. "Thought you'd be the one for it." He added before handing me my money.

Of course Michael would say something like that. I sighed and gave him quick thumbs up, then turned on my heel and walked home. The air was surprisingly cool for New York. I shivered and pulled my sleeves down over my hands so just the tips of my fingers were showing. I thought hard about this new subject. Why was he so challenging to kill, had someone tried before? Before I knew it, I had come face to face with my front door.

"Oh" I said to myself, unlocking the door and throwing my keys on the kitchen counter.

The week went by faster than I thought it would, what with all the marathons on TV, it could have been two days, but as soon as I got a text from Michael, I headed out the door, coffee in hand back to the office. Outside was warmer this time, which was a good thing seeing as I had forgotten to wear a coat. I pushed open the double doors when I arrived at the office and sat down in front of my boss' desk.

"Lemme have it..." I sighed, stretching out my hand.

He passed me a file and I shoved it in my bag, thanking Michael and asking him if he booked a flight for me. Looks like I was staying in the same house as last time, even though that was as dangerous as it gets, he didn't seem to care that much at all.

"Just take a look when you get home alright, I also enclosed your new passport and identity." He said with a half smirk.

"Planning on it."

I muttered than got up and left. For some weird reason, I was actually looking forward to reading up on this subject. I walked a little faster home and made a quick sandwich. When I finally plopped down on the couch, I opened my bag, took out the file, and kicked off my shoes, placing both my feet on the coffee table. I opened it and read the first few lines.

Blaine Anderson

22

Lima, Ohio

End of Chapter 1