The Accountant: Nothing Personal
There's something about the reasoning, the money or someone might have said why. I've mostly discarded those thoughts as I stared down at the man whom I gave the chance to utter his last words to me.
"Messages? Goodbyes? Anything at all, or is it all just piss to you? Pissing your life away?" I ask, slowly as I cocked the hammer back and fixed my steeling gaze at him. I could see his eyes marble, the glossy black pupils fixated on the barrel and less on me with two hands held up as sweat started to break out over him.
"I- I..." he started to stammer.
"Spit it out, I don't have all day, I need to clear this mess you're about to make up before things get on any later." I could see the gears spinning in his mind, the guilty goodbyes he was trying to hurriedly think out, but I think I made his mind go blank. I turned the gun away for a moment, fixing it in my hands to shoot him down immediately if he tried anything funny. My sympathetic side getting the better of me. "Look. I'm not making you dig your grave or drag this out any longer, tell me anything you might want to say to anyone before I let you go off on your new venture and then I'll be quick."
"W-Why me?"
"I don't ask questions."
"W-What was the pay?"
"I stopped asking after a certain amount. Look, does it really matter when you waste your breath like this? I'm not doing the double spy thing so one of you can figure out how you're going to set me back on the other while you secretly conspire to get rid of me with another after. Last words. I'm getting impatient."
"T-Tell Bess, I love her."
"Your mistress?" I saw his eyes snap up to me, like some sort of realization hit him on who might have put the hit out on him. "Okay. I mean. I don't judge," I lied, smirking a little. "Well, much." And I cocked the gun back at his chest and fired. I know the sound of flesh squelching should have been the first noise I was looking for, but I was too dead set on finishing the job. I made sure to be quick, snatching him up by the collar of his sloppy yet wrinkled polo before staring down at him, watching him moan before I pressed the gun to the proper zone between his eyes, the place I knew it would kill him point blank and I fired not once, but twice. I knew the noise would be enough to echo into the pitch black of the desert, but with a cooling body under a shallow grave, far from any washes... I knew no one would be finding this man any time soon.
Was it personal? No. Not really. Would I tell his wife his last words weren't for her? No. I wasn't into it. I respected his wishes, found 'Bess' or whatever he called her and left her a real nice card in her car. Figured I didn't want to give her anything eerie to think about before the news of his disappearance hit the headlines. Figured, I'd leave it sort of mystical and wonderful, yet a little harrowing at the same time.
Me? Well, we don't talk about me much. I'm under the radar, though I'm not a psychopath or anything, but if anyone caught up to me on my deeds. I'd be sure to spill it all, not that I had anything to gain or loose. I'm just riding the wave, living in another plane of existence, waiting for it all to come to a crashing end. I'd hope it'd go out with a bang, but considering my line of work and how often I cross paths with others like me, it's ain't likely.