Quote:Mickey lay back in his chair... The only light in the room was that of his computer screen. He noted the screen size. 24". It was smaller than the last one.
"I'll buy a new one.." he thought. He could buy many more. He was rich. He pressed a button on his designer Nokia and it lit up. No message or call. Still... It was only 1.20 A.M. The designated time was 1.30.

Mickey sighed deeply and extracted a cigar. Smoking comforted him. He could buy the best cigars in the world. Ride the best cars. Have the best girls. He was young. He was rich. There was very little he could not do.

One of them was gain his love.

How many people had he killed to get his way? he could no longer remember. His trades were many. He hated competition, and competition was high. But his tools were many too. He would get what he want. Or destroy it.

Again he checked the phone. It was fast becoming a habit. Still nothing. He lay back in his chair, closed his eyes and let the tobacco soothe him. This was taking too much time, this job. None of the others had taken this long. But then again, none of his previous jobs were carried out by "newbies". This job was special. This newbie special. This victim too, in a way, was special.

Which brought his thoughts onto the victim. Or at least, victim-to-be. She was a female, in her late teens, most likely. Internet savvy like most people of her age. He did not know her personally. In fact he hardly knew her at all. A person with sympathy might even feel bad that she was involved in one of the cruelest Internet related murder. Her sin: She attracted the attention of the guy he loved.

He did not know this guy very well, but that had not mattered. He had come up to him asking for job. In Mickey's line of work, there was a perpetual vacancy for new guys. Mickey wanted him close. Mickey would keep him close.

He opened his eyes and surveyed the display. It showed a webpage: The Endless Void. Not many knew of it. Even fewer remained sane after being there. It was a place of wickedness, black magic cultists, drug addicts... the usual people found in his profession. Mickey smiled. The Void was where they had met. Him and his assassin. A few internet chats resulted into meets and eventually this.

A name flashed across the screen, in the Live Chat box. She was still alive. The girl who had dared to 'borrow' his love away from him. But no matter.

He had killed his own mother because she refused to let him buy a toy when he was young. He could not bear people getting in his way. However, he had long learned that such small matters like people interfering could be handled with ease. He had watched for days as his love and the girl chat longer and longer. His Love preferred her over him. Mickey knew he had to do something about it. His resolution made stronger when He started wondering if they could meet up. She said no. But Mickey knew it was a matter of time.

He had his people find out her address and other details. He probably knew the girl better than her parents. Mickey smiled again, staring at the name. Soon...

Then He came to him and hesitantly asked for a job. He needed money. Mickey had money. Mickey had a job. Mickey wanted vengeance.

The girl typed: be right back...

five minutes later, his phone beeped: A message.

Mickey read the two words: "Its done"

He smiled, lay back and closed his eyes... what better death than the one given by your lover? Even if its just a virtual love....

Slushba132 Wrote:

Quote:Mickey lay back in his chair... The only light in the room was that of his computer screen. He noted the screen size. 24". It was smaller than the last one.
"I'll buy a new one.." he thought. He could buy many more. He was rich. He pressed a button on his designer Nokia and it lit up. No message or call. Still... It was only 1.20 A.M. The designated time was 1.30.

Mickey sighed deeply and extracted a cigar. Smoking comforted him. He could buy the best cigars in the world. Ride the best cars. Have the best girls. He was young. He was rich. There was very little he could not do.

One of them was gain his love.

How many people had he killed to get his way? he could no longer remember. His trades were many. He hated competition, and competition was high. But his tools were many too. He would get what he want. Or destroy it.

Again he checked the phone. It was fast becoming a habit. Still nothing. He lay back in his chair, closed his eyes and let the tobacco soothe him. This was taking too much time, this job. None of the others had taken this long. But then again, none of his previous jobs were carried out by "newbies". This job was special. This newbie special. This victim too, in a way, was special.

Which brought his thoughts onto the victim. Or at least, victim-to-be. She was a female, in her late teens, most likely. Internet savvy like most people of her age. He did not know her personally. In fact he hardly knew her at all. A person with sympathy might even feel bad that she was involved in one of the cruelest Internet related murder. Her sin: She attracted the attention of the guy he loved.

He did not know this guy very well, but that had not mattered. He had come up to him asking for job. In Mickey's line of work, there was a perpetual vacancy for new guys. Mickey wanted him close. Mickey would keep him close.

He opened his eyes and surveyed the display. It showed a webpage: The Endless Void. Not many knew of it. Even fewer remained sane after being there. It was a place of wickedness, black magic cultists, drug addicts... the usual people found in his profession. Mickey smiled. The Void was where they had met. Him and his assassin. A few internet chats resulted into meets and eventually this.

A name flashed across the screen, in the Live Chat box. She was still alive. The girl who had dared to 'borrow' his love away from him. But no matter.

He had killed his own mother because she refused to let him buy a toy when he was young. He could not bear people getting in his way. However, he had long learned that such small matters like people interfering could be handled with ease. He had watched for days as his love and the girl chat longer and longer. His Love preferred her over him. Mickey knew he had to do something about it. His resolution made stronger when He started wondering if they could meet up. She said no. But Mickey knew it was a matter of time.

He had his people find out her address and other details. He probably knew the girl better than her parents. Mickey smiled again, staring at the name. Soon...

Then He came to him and hesitantly asked for a job. He needed money. Mickey had money. Mickey had a job. Mickey wanted vengeance.

The girl typed: be right back...

five minutes later, his phone beeped: A message.

Mickey read the two words: "Its done"

He smiled, lay back and closed his eyes... what better death than the one given by your lover? Even if its just a virtual love....

why am I sensing something here....