Jungtina Jamir
It was an early Monday morning, so early I wasn’t awake when the phone rang. The voice on the other end gave me the details for this job. Something quick and clean, a professional job with no evidence of a “local” hand. I quickly washed up, grabbed my coffee cup as I went to the room where I kept my tool. A Sharp pointed tool. I put it carefully in my brown bag. I don’t want to break expensive tools I cannot afford to buy for a second time.
I quickly thought out my plan of action. How I would cut the limbs, bury the lineage, hack the head and how to remove the evidence of my work. The thought of the beautiful destruction I was about to cause excited me. I would be anonymous famous among fellow men. An evil smirk came across my face as I hurriedly grabbed a pair of gloves and my muffler, before stepping out from home.
The excitement pumping through my veins as I approached the front gate, my heart thumping with anticipation as beads of sweat ran down my fore head. A pre-mature sin, I personally was about to commit. This was going to be a fun job.
A man with his hair slicked back, wearing a brown sweater and a sandal, almost resembling Jesus’ era, met me at the gate. He was the mark, and he was the job. He let me in the room un-aware of what I was about to do to the few people sitting silently inside. This was my sick pleasure. It gave me satisfaction after every bloody job like this. I must confess that only few people underground knows what I really do. I may look like the girl next door, who cooks at home for mommy and daddy, who cleans the house and water the flowers. That I may be doing…but I also do crazy bloody jobs like this! Who would imagine anyway!
Once I was in, I asked the man to play some heavy loud music to drown the voice of “AHHHHHH’s” from the few people sitting inside. As soon as that was done, I inserted my tool on a mean looking machine that would actually aid me in finishing my job. Once I was ready, I began to hack violently with a grin across my face. I was still thinking about the destruction I was about to cause to people in the same profession. The bloody zap rushing out on the white screen in front of me as I cut the head and limbs here and there, I slashed and placed the guts of the lump showing in front of my eyes every second; and when I was finally done everything was pretty perfect, and barely any evidence of my work. It was 100% professional. No one would know that a local person did it! My evidence so clearly covered! I am a killer in this!! I am a Graphic Designer making an advertisement! And by the way, if you are thinking about my tool? That’s called a thumb drive! And the “AHHHHHH’s” from people sitting in the room? I call that voice of enchantment. (Of course, in amazement of my work. Only kidding!) And the man who gave me the job? His name is Ketho, our Ad manager. Words like hack and slash? Oh’ I do that all the time on my computer. So there! I am still me. No crazy killer! What were you thinking anyway!
