Gifted

“I am gifted and I can—god I sound so pathetic who the hell would believe anyone like me.” he kicks the rain his feet landing in each puddle.

His feet leading him right to the building. He continues into the bathroom still belittling himself so he can turn around. He does the secret knock.

It's too late the bodyguard is patting him down as he removes several knives and a Glock.

A Mr. Singh sits amongst several men in the tiny overcrowded room.

“Why should we hire you, kid?” he explains to the huge man not too convinced his cigarette dangles out of his fat mouth.

“Here I'll just show you shoot me!”

“are you fucking nuts get this fucking psycho out of my office!”

He smacks one of the large me in the face. Mr. Singh is outraged releasing one bullet from the chamber into the air.

“You asked for it you little moth–”

He closes his eyes and the clock on the wall ticks and tocks. Tick-tock the sound of his watch tick when his eyes are reunited with vision. The bullet sits there in mid-air smiling in his face. He removes it to the forehead of the large goon he slapped.

“Where the fuck is he?”

“Here” a whisper slips into his ear from behind.

“Who the fuck are you, man?” fear present in his voice.

“X”

“You can start tomorrow, don't be late kid.”

The kid walks away fists in it, punching the raindrops.