As I’m sitting at a little corner café I can’t help but notice how many beautiful and sophisticated women there are in this city. I’ve never really paid attention before but now as I really look around I see how much work a women puts in to make herself presentable in society. I wonder if my friend has ever noticed the beauty of a woman. I know he once loved a girl back in his younger years but that was long ago and their relationship was long over since she left him for someone else, someone with more power I guess you could say. I don’t really want to go into detail with it because it honestly doesn’t matter.

Anyway, I’m sitting here for a very important reason. I’m waiting for my next target; a man in his early thirties who while is a well known lawyer by day is a drug and prostitute dealer by night. It’s sad really, this guy, whose name is Jonathan Stuart, takes young girls from school if he catches them alone and pretends to be some agent for an film or music company then while he has their attention he has his goons grab them from behind. Young little middle and high school girls sold into prostitution, it’s disgusting really, and this guy dissevers everything he’s about to get.

I won’t be able to strike until late at night when he’s alone which gives me time to pick up some stuff before heading home and taking a nap. Whenever I have a kill that doesn’t need to be done immediately, I always like to take a nap before the hunt, it’s really very relaxing. I picked up the habit from my mother who began it when she started killing. It was difficult for her to sleep after, so sleeping before made her calm and after the deed was done she didn’t feel any anxiety.

I am a man and like any man I have urges. The difference is my urges don’t compare to those of other men. I have a strong urge to kill every time I see a man on the streets that I know had done wrong to society. I can’t help myself. I take pleasure in taking the lives of people who don’t seem to value their existence or anyone else’s.

Junkies don’t care about anyone or anything just drugs. Alcoholics don’t care about anything but drinking. Sex addicts don’t care about anything but sex. Are you getting the picture.

Everyone knows the risks of drugs and drinking yet still so many continue to do so because it “feels good,” which I think is absolute bullshit by the way. As for sex, well many sex addicts become so consumed with it its not only increasing their chances of HIV it’s also passing it along to others they sleep with, willing or not, by their irresponsibility. Also it turns may into rapists and then those people are targeting young children and the process becomes worst for some who then go on to killing those they rape, leaving their victims pregnant or somehow physically hurt, if you get my drift.

In my opinion anyone who does things that knows will ruin their life or others does not value life and therefore should not live. I don’t know if many would agree with me but frankly I don’t care. This isn’t about what other people think, with this issue its about what I think.

You may think I’m crazy and who knows maybe I am. I’m a hitman but respectful and open minded who lives life normally but kills for a living and enjoys it. I love no one and probably never will but I’m not heartless. There’s no way one would think I’m normal, right.

I wonder if the same could be said for my friend, who for now we’ll just call James. I know its my name but remember I go by Victor on a personal level. Its JV when its professional. Anyways back to James. If we were in high school James would be known as the mysterious loner and possible bad boy I suppose. He doesn’t speak to anyone, not even me ever since that day. It’s a rather sad story that had to deal with a girl, of course. The stories not something I would just openly tell anyone but since I’m already discussing it, why not. Be warned though, it’s not a sad story gone happy or even one that just ended tragically. But anyways, on with the tale of my friend James.