Hi! This is the first episode of my new proyect. The stories I write are about a group of trained female assassins and their (justice) jobs. You will always read them from the point of view of their clients.
I'm not an english speaker, so you will find grammatical errors. I will try to polish my writting as I post more and more stories.
Here is the first chapter. Will post the next one soon.
Muscle Guild I
Robert
Chapter 1
My wife was killed by one of her ex-boyfriends. I know this because I saw my wife’s mobile phone before giving it to the police. The messages the killer sent her were very concise and left no place for speculation, as if he wanted to be found and punished.
At first I was so confused. Finding her body in the kitchen, next to her cup of coffee in pieces, the liquid mixing with her blood; and her uniform, the uniform she would have used that very afternoon, saved by the plastic bag the guy on the dry cleaner gave her. If it weren’t for the red hole at the back of her head, I would have called emergency right at the spot where I found the body. My life was crushed, and I, being a pragmatic man, knew only actions could overcome the sadness to come, and the first thought that crossed my mind was suicide. Until i saw the phone.
She had months of threatening messages from this guy I didn’t knew. He also used my wife’s phone to take pictures of her corpse. I don’t have the stomach to describe them, lets say he used her dead body like a doll. The sick bastard took several photos before dropping her lifeless body, face down, right to the ground, breaking her nose and shattering her teeth.
When the police arrived, those photos were already in my laptop. It took me five minutes to transfer the files. They asked me if i knew where her phone was, noting there could be important evidence inside, so i rang my wife’s phone and a very enthusiastic music started to play under the fridge. I was tempted to confess. I thought, for a second, that with all the evidence in my laptop, the police could lock him up for eternity. But i convinced my self that was a weak choice. I had other plans, prison is never enough. My sense of justice is above the law. I had his name, his number, his face. I could do better.
That week, the police was all over me; I didn’t care, i had a strong alibi. They asked me if my wife could have been seeing other people. I knew she wasn’t. She was very happy with what we had. She was at peace, and I’m sure she didn’t mention the messages to avoid worrying me. There were no reason to destroy that world, and this motherfucker did it anyway.
I work in web security. I know the deep valley where information nest. It was no trouble for me to find stories of people who hired or tried to hire paid assassins; the problem was that they were all related to political or economic issues, all too impersonal. My motive was rage; my wish, vengeance. Non of the experiences published in those forsaken forums were conclusive, the information was too nebulous, and I understood it, the risks are always higher if you give too much details. So, the only thing i could do, and only now I’m sure it wasn’t the right choice, was leave a message. A desperate message in an underground forum trying to find somebody to help me in this task. I felt stupid. All those nights dreaming of encountering this bastard and doing all kind of medieval shits on him. Hearing him scream, even when sounds in dreams are mere mental images. And the only thing i could do was write some words while sitting my fat ass in the computer.
I am a big guy, but everyday I found an excuse to not go and kill this guy myself. Even when I elaborated a great plan, I couldn’t put one foot in front of the other in that direction. I could have never do it. I don’t have the guts. I have everything else, his phone, his face; I even know where he lives. I drove and stood outside his filthy apartment, watching him living his meaningless existence, doing the chores, wondering why the cops had not yet presented themselves to take him away.
So close and yet so far.
Two weeks passed since my life was utterly destroyed by a stranger. I’m a ghost of my former existence. I have nothing to lose anymore, and yet I’m not able to find the strength to do what i have to do. One last task before...
I was ready to give up on life when I received the message. Someone in that cursed forum had answered me.
“Are you sure?”
I didn’t doubt and immediately tipped “Yes.”
An icon popped alerting me that a private message had arrived. I opened it and saw two words written in the middle of an otherwise blank page, an address. Finally, I was not alone in this.
I went to the place indicated in the message immediately, the night over me. Google map pointed at the end of a very dark alley. At first I was reluctant to get out of my car. What I was doing was very wrong, following an anonymous tip that could be anything, most likely someone proving how far my stupidity could go. But I reminded myself I had nothing to lose anymore.
The night was cold and quiet in that spot, the darkness denser. I walked slowly into the alley. My eyes were struggling to see anything until they perceived an humanoid form just at the end of the street. Getting closer, the silhouette started to adopt a very specific form. A woman. Her face was very beautiful, pale and oval shaped, perfect for that long and loose black hair, it reminded me of a very popular actress in one of those sitcoms I used to watch with my wife, but i can’t remember the name. This girl looked very young and she was wearing a blouse that slightly showed the contour of her breasts. When I looked at her legs, I couldn’t believe it. Black shorts trying to endure the bulging muscles of her gluts and thighs were the only clothes covering her until some worn out trainers. Back then, somehow, I knew that, if I had tried to run, she would have caught me effortlessly. And I also knew that under her big sweater rested a full trained body; so, despite her being 5‘8 feet tall and I 6‘1, I stood my ground ten meters away from her.
“My name is Robert Sanchez.” I said with a broken voice.
“I know.” She replied assertive before starting to walk towards me, staring at my eyes every step of the way. The muscles in her legs pressing against her soft skin. A display of power? I was still stunned when she stopped behind me. I could feel her breath in the back of my head, next to my ear. She leaned.
“This will take five seconds. It wont hurt.” She whispered.
Then one of her arm appeared in my field of vision so fast I couldn’t react. It locked my neck, squeezing it with a strength I had never felt before. I struggled with all I got but I couldn’t move myself, or her, an inch.
“Relax. Everything will be fine. I’m here to help.” She whispered again, placing her other hand gently at the top of my head while I felt my whole body being slightly lifted up from the ground.
She was right. It took only seconds and everything went dark as my body surrendered.�