Mia's dark task - Story by MISTER BIG T
Mia closed
her eyes and allowed the raindrops wash her body.
Blood. So
much of blood.
The raindrops cleaned her body and tore off the
huge amounts of blood off her school uniform.
Most of the
blood was not
hers.
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DAY
EARLIER
Mia received a new assignment and opened it.
"Greetings miss Mia, I am the representing a certain
company, that would like your assistance. If you are interested in a
job, come to the central park at 2 pm. Your contact person wears a
purple jacket and shades,” it read.
Mia gave a shrug and
looked at her watch. 30 minutes ‘til deadline.
"Oh
well, more cash never hurt. Unless, the cash will try to stab you,
but that hasn't happened yet," she thought and began to get
ready.
2 PM
Mia noticed the contact person sit on a
bench. A woman, in her 40's.
"Greetings. It was hard
finding your contact information." she spoke.
"A
way to keep curious ones away," Mia replied.
The woman
gave a small laugh and handed Mia a bag. As Mia opened it, there was
money.
"That's it? I get payment from doing something as
productive, as inserting finger into my ass and then smelling it?"
she asked, not able to hide her surprise.
"No,
silly girl. You'll get one third of the money now, for motivation.
You'll get the second of the third, after doing the job. And the last
bit of money, if I am to return un harmed," the woman
explained.
"You
are good at this payment stuff. I take it, you've dealt with an
assassin before?" Mia questioned.
The woman rubbed her
hair and smiled.
"Let's say, I'm somewhat of an expert at
this field,” she stated.
"Then,
why don't you do it and spare the cash of your superiors? Not that I
mind getting richer," Mia asked.
"Oh,
I've got my reasons. I can tell, if we meet again," the woman
told.
Silence.
"Okay, so what's the job?" Mia
asked.
DAY LATER...
Mia walked to her motorcycle. She
was thinking of what exactly made the people want these peaceful
farmers to die. Then again, it could be because they were selling
their products to another company and this company didn't take kindly
such actions. But even if that was not the reason, Mia really didn't
care.
The
only thing she cared was the money…
"So, I am
to make an example of them," she though, while getting on top of
her motorcycle and turning the engine on.
The engine gave a
small roar, as it began to start and puff smoke out from the exhaust
pipe. She popped up a cd into the cd player, which began to play some
country music.
"Now I can already think like the farmers.
I can already see myself wearing overalls soon,” she thought to
herself.
She turned the volume a bit lower and changed the
music into Heavy metal.
"I hope I got armed enough, these
kind of people have sawed off shotguns and enough fire arms to put
anyone out of commission,” she said to herself, before driving
off.
She looked at the directions of where to go and finally
reached the destination and parked the motorcycle before climbing off
it. Making sure that no one was near; she gave a kick to the
motorcycle, making it fall on its side.
She then walked to the
small house. It was a nice looking house, consisting nearby few
fields of corn and wheat, stables for horses, and place where pigs
were piggy. The actual house with the people was old, red colored and
it was at least two stories high, as far as Mia could count so soon.
It didn't really fit into the landscape. At all.
She boldly
gave a knock on the door. Soon, a man came to open the door.
"Hey,
could you help me? My motorcycle broke down there," Mia
explained, as she pointed at the Motorcycle, which she had kicked
over.
The man gazed at Mia, but then gave a nod and opened the
door, while starting to walk towards the bike. He must have not
expected someone as young as Mia, to be so ruthless.
In a
blink of an eye, Mia pulled her butcher knife from under her skirt
and cut open the man's throat with one swing, while placing her hand
over his mouth. The blood flowed from the wound at fast rate, totally
drenching Mia’s clothes with the blood thus allowing the man
the sight of Mia’s hardened nipples through the blood stained
blouse. While the man gurgled and tried to struggle weakly, Mia gave
a small ‘shhh’ whispers to him before his glassy eyes
indicated he was dead.
"I guess he can forget about that
singer's career in country music business,” she thought, as she
let the body drop on the ground.
She reached at the back of
her school uniform and pulled out a baseball bat, which she had taped
around her back.
"None shall stay alive,” she
thought, as she began to walk towards the house.
As she
entered, she noticed one teenage boy kissing a girl. Just as they
noted Mia, she had already swung a bat against the boy's throat,
while she had sliced across the girl's throat and in through her
windpipe. Both died in an instant.
"Didn't you know that
underage relationships never last?" Mia joked, as the two fell
to ground dead.
She eyed around the house. She could hear a TV
noise from the living room, so she made her way there.
There
were three guy's sitting on couch, drinking beer and watching some TV
show.
One of the guys's suddenly realized Mia's presence and
turned around.
"Hey, who the hell are you?" he
exclaimed seeing the blood drenched girl, while reaching for his
gun.
In a mere second, Mia threw her butcher knife across the
room and it hit straight at the middle of the guy's forehead, sinking
into the flesh.
"Holy fuck! The bitch killed Bob!"
one of the guy's exclaimed, as he got up.
"Bob?
Why am I not surprised....” Mia mumbled to herself.
Mia
began to laugh as she swung the bat against the side of the guy's
head. There came a crack like sound and the guy fell on the floor
with blood oozing from the spot that had been hit as well as from his
mouth.
"I give up!!!" the remaining guy yelled while
raising his arms up.
Mia took hold of him and threw him head
first through the TV, making the electricity flow through his body as
the TV crackled and hissed, with the remains beginning to burn and
the flames beginning to spread. The body twitched in horribly,
inhuman fashion while the stench of burnt flesh and meat was starting
to spread across the room.
"Nice to know, retard,"
Mia said, as she retrieved her butcher knife from the dead guy’s
forehead, before moving upstairs.
She could notice that the
door was open and the cradle was empty. She could see the window was
open.
"Ah, the miss must have ran off after hearing the
sounds, with the little kid," she thought, while following
through the window.
Much like Mia had suspected, the mother
was running carrying the small baby, who was crying her little heart
out. The mother got into the pigs fenced area and tried to run out
from there, but she could hear Mia closing in fast.
"Stop!"
Mia yelled.
The woman stopped and turned to face at direction
of Mia, who was walking towards her slowly. She knew, that she
couldn't get away from this killer.
"Please don't harm my
baby...Please..." the woman begged.
Mia took step
closer.
"I won't," Mia said.
Mia took an
another step, now she was almost at the fenced area.
"You
don't have to do this..." the mother begged.
"You
are right, I probably don't. But I like doing so anyway," Mia
replied, while a wide grin appeared on her face.
Mia got into
the fenced area, where the woman and the baby were.
"Please....
Don’t harm her..." the mother begged, tears flowing from
her eyes.
Mia raised the knife and stabbed the mother straight
into the eye and pulled the entire eye out, making her collapse,
while holding the crying hysteric baby.
Mia looked up, as it
was beginning to rain. She had not even realized how the small fire
had engulfed the entire house into flames, before the raindrops had
already began to distinguish them.
Suddenly, she could hear
the squirms and groans of the pigs. As she gazed back down, she could
notice how the pigs were tearing the wounded baby apart, each
fighting for her tender flesh.
"I guess that's the
payback from all the bacon you people ate," Mia joked, as she
walked back to her bike, with an even bigger grin of satisfaction.
She was
extremely
aroused.
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DAY
LATER
Mia went to the same park and saw the woman sitting on
the same bench.
"I saw the news. Impressive," she
congratulated Mia, extending her hand.
"Where's
the money?" Mia bluntly asked.
The woman seemed kind of
insulted, but reached out and took a briefcase nevertheless.
"The
second part of the money, as we agreed." she said, giving the
briefcase.
Mia opened it and looked at the cash, before
closing it again.
"So, may you tell your story now?"
she asked from the woman.
"My
name is Carla J," the woman replied.
"Hey,
I know you. You were at one point, the best female assassin!"
Mia stated.
Carla smiled.
"Seems like you've done
your homework," she responded.
"One
thing that I never realized was why did you quit?" Mia asked.
"I
had all I wanted to buy with money, so I didn't need to do so
anymore,” Carla answered.
Mia smiled back at her.
"So,
are you going to retire after this job too?" Carla asked.
"Excuse
me?" Mia asked, while tilting her head slightly.
"Don't
take me for a fool. This amount of cash you got from this job alone
could get you to Bahamas or anywhere you want! You could eat the
tastiest foods and have the most expensive clothes, but all you live
in a small apartment and have probably used that same suit for years,
even before you began doing these jobs. I mean you are probably the
richest assassin at this date. What more is there to gain?" she
asked.
Mia answered with a smile.
Even though, Carla
had seen much during her life... She was almost scared by the silence
and the smile. The smile of a killer.
Mia is still an
assassin...