I am a bad, bad man.

I expected Rebekah to either a) sell me out or b) try and get me herself in Terror Mode. She did neither, which was great of her…but I am not so kind. As she was talking about playing me, I calmly announced that I had played her (I had waited a good five minutes to let her have a kill), and assassinated her next to the friend she had just betrayed. I guess it made him feel a little better. And I paid for her food.

Three kills in under an hour.

Those who betray their friends and loved ones pay the ultimate price. Those who betray should expect betrayal. That is Karma.

Giuseppe sold him out and told me when they were making a late night run, after I asked him if he wanted revenge. Playing hired gun is sweet. Well…hired spoon.

Twas feeding time. We locked eyes across a crowded room. I sensed fresh meat. I could smell fear. But he would not give in easily. Tension. Silence. The cavern screeched to a halt to watch our stare. Then, in a flash, we lunged! Food flying, blood spilling, women folk screeeching. He was surrounded by his brothers, but it was too late. They could only mourn the loss of their flesh and blood.

I sat at my desk, scanning through potential assignments. Nothing interested me anymore, and I certainly hadn’t had a target that had excited me in a long time. Then I saw the name: quacky. I knew quacky! In fact, I rather – liked- quacky; he was a quirky kind of guy. But, you know, business is business, and what the hell kind of assassin are you if you won’t even kill your friends?

I waited for quacky before our class together, and once more I experienced the rush right before a kill. He walked in and headed towards me. His hand was in his pocket (getting his iPod and NOT his gun, I later learned). I pulled my six shooter from beneath my jacket, aimed, and shot him dead in the chest.

Quacky looked down at where I’d shot him in disbelief. His last words were, “Oh man, are you serious?”

Well. That was ironic.

I lured out my roommate again. And for the second time in a week I killed him.

No info, no sightings, no kills, nothing. With slaughter of the innocents looming near, something drastic had to be done. Something…. lethal. My accomplice and I stalked his floor, dodging resident and RA alike, all apathetic to our loitering presence. We drew close to his lair, a light burned from within to signal his presence. Alas, he was protected by the conventions of invitation. So I waited. And waited. And got a drink of water. And waited. My accomplice standing guard, we saw the light go out, the door shut. I had lost my chance. Or had I… my oblivious prey left his room and walked right toward us, equally unconcerned about the presence of awkwardly placed strangers – “Hey… Kurt? I know you! You’re Kurt! I’m… I’m terribly sorry….” swift spoon to the gut, ”...you’re dead”

I knew my target had an affiliation for blood. The only way I knew that I could get him within my sight was to give him what he wanted. I found the site where he made his kill. The body was still there, dried and cracked from the lack of fluids. My target’s killing style was unique. I knew that he would never come back to this spot without bait being set. So I pulled out my knife and set to work on a small vein in my arm, the same used for giving blood. I finished giving about a pint on the floor surrounding the body of his previous victim and waited in the shadows nearby. I did not need to wait long, and my target approached cautiously. He seemed slightly confused, thinking he had previously drained his victim. Soon his hunger overtook reason and he began to feed on the essence I had left behind. I prepared to make my move, but I soon realized that I might have given too much of my blood for the deed. I felt faint and dizzy, and as soon as I tried to approach silently, my steel- toed boot scraped the floor and my target spun around, alerted to my presence. I tried to get my bearings as the room spun while my target jumped forward ready to defend his own life. I threw my arms up in defence as his hands tried to close on my neck. We both fell towards the floor, locked in a deadly battle that only one of us would leave from alive. As I fell backwards, however, I threw my arm and legs in the air at the same time, launching him behind me. Both of us scrambled to our feet and he charged me again. As he approached rapidly, I fumbled with the inside of my coat, reaching for the weapon that would save my life. He connected with me as soon as I had my weapon out. We both fell to the floor again, him on top of me. I struggled briefly before I realized that he was no longer moving. I pushed him off of me to find my spoon lodged between his ribs. I sighed in relief, removed my weapon and walked away from the bloody scene. I need a hobby…