Contract Killer

With excitement Ronald walked up to the sedan with his briefcase. After a lucky jackpot the grizzled bastard won a good sum of $20,000 in the lotto. After years of being bitter, and hating the world around him, only one good cause was in Ron's head for that cash: revenge. It took a bit of time to find a hit man, because Ron is a special kind of stupid. The kind of stupid that doesn't have any self inflection. The middle aged man held a spite for many of his issues on a great deal of people. Yet he failed to see his own follies.

He opened the door to the car. A blast of a mixture of gunpowder and leather assaulted his nostrils. Ron powered through the stench and sat down to meet Mack, his contract killer. "Hey there Ronnie!", the man sitting in the drivers seat said cheerfully. The car door closed; the sedan drove away.

Ron was surprised on how friendly Mack sounded. They went through a burger joint's drive through, grabbed lunch and sat in the car in a parking lot just a few blocks from a church on the outskirts of town. Mack's light demeanor despite his alleged profession put Ron in a state of suspicion. Ron blurted out "Are you really a killer?", only to see Mack let of a smooth chuckle before putting down his burger. The hit man pulled his wallet from his jeans, and revealed some photos. Photographic proof of various jobs he'd completed.

Mack had a charm to him. Something like you'd see in a TV show about the kind prince off to save the princess. He was almost half Ron's age; he looked good and positive where Ron looked angry and tired. Ron was shocked to see a 20-something be capable of doing these things in the photos. But here the photos were, in front of him. Mack holding up a corpse as he was still in frame for the picture in some kind of twisted selfie with his young charm still protruding from the picture. It was odd and puzzling to Ron.

Mack broke the silence, "Who's my target?", almost sounding like he was accepting a task with an eager willingness to face any challenge. Ron opened his suitcase to pull out two folders. "There's two people I'd like you to ki-". He was hushed by the killer. Mack looked at him and stated, "I don't use that word. Dealt with, silenced, finished off, whacked, put out, anything but that word." His charm never went away. Like an actor, Ron thought to himself, this guy always plays it cool.

Mack read both files, put his hand through his blonde hair, let out a breath, and said, "Ron, we got a problem." The customer turned white, thinking this was a trap. set up by the cops. "Dude, yer short on cash for me to do both these jobs." W-What?", Ron stuttered. "I have 20 grand! I thought that would be enough!" Ron hated coming up short. It burned him something bad that he did not have enough to fulfill his one goal and the attitude of Mack started to get to him after the news. "One of these jobs requires me to drive out of state, that's and extra two thousand my friend. How about we weigh your options and you pick one, for now?"

Ron was forced between Sarah, his younger sister, and Jessica, his ex wife. Sarah, who gained all of the attention, all of the praise, and in the end, all of the inheritance in the family. She was a rotten, stuck up bitch who forced him to live in her shadow. When she succeeded, Ron found his whiskey.  When Ron asked for help, she left him homeless.Then there was Jessica, that thieving, cheating woman wrecked Ron's life for ten long years. It was a difficult choice to make.

After a while, Ron came up with a fun idea. His brilliance shocked even him. His graying features met the youthful killers and he started to tell him the idea. "How about this one? You pick out which one caused me more trouble, don't tell me, and I pay you the full  20,000? I'll be surprised by it." Mack let out a hearty laugh,"You are crazy dude, you sure?" Ron nodded his head with a grin. They both had a laugh. Then the gun went off in the car, half of Ron's head splattered against the windshield. "You're the cause of all your own problems buddy.", The hit man said as he left the car, cash in hand.