Raul smirked as he stood over the bloodied body of the hunky college freshman, his piercing blue eyes looking shocked and glazed over at the javelin that was lodged in his chest. Raul had arrived in America a few days especially to seek out this stud, who had got way in over his head with debts owed to nasty people and had now paid the ultimate price for his stupidity. It had been Raul’s 87th kill and whilst not particularly memorable, it had been fun.
Known as ‘The Assassin’, Raul was the most revered hitman in the world. He was the guy you went to when you really wanted someone to suffer in death. Sadistic and creative, he tailored each murder especially to his victims, giving them the personal touch. He showed no mercy and was relentlessly brutal. If you were on Raul’s hit-list, you faced an agonising end. He was often contracted by people, such as the people who had hired him to snuff out the life of this unfortunate college jock. And after 87 deaths, he had never been caught.
Until today.
It was a rookie mistake and Raul was furious with himself after accidentally brushing the door handle and leaving fingerprints. That very same night, police swarmed his hotel and he was taken in until he confessed to the murder. It didn’t take the police long to deduce that this was the serial killer who had travelled the world, wreaking havoc. Raul knew he faced a very strict sentence and, whilst he didn’t fear prison or even death, he was more gutted at the fact that plenty of deserving guys would now get away never getting their karma. He didn’t kill for the money, he killed for the lust and enjoyment and now that was over.
He had been in prison about a week when he was escorted to a secret underground headquarters, leaving him confused. He hadn’t even been put on trial yet and he wondered if he was being taken to be executed. Instead, he found himself in a plush office being sat down by a man in a suit. He was clearly important as he was heavily guarded. Raul smirked – clearly they feared his presence here.
‘I won’t lie to you, Raul,’ the man said, getting straight to the point. ‘You’re in a lot of shit... you’re facing a life sentence and possible execution. The whole world hates your guts. You’re a sick, fucked up man.’
Raul nodded, almost as if he was receiving a compliment.
‘But we can make that all go away.’
Raul looked up suddenly – he hadn’t been expecting that! Were they actually going to make a deal with a brutal serial killer?
‘I can’t give you many details about our organisation, but needless to say we have a lot of influence on the courts and the police... we are in a position to secure your release, but we need you to do something in return.
‘Name your price,’ said Raul.
‘You’re the greatest serial killer this world has ever seen... and we want to use that. We don’t like the way the world is going, Raul. It’s superficial, it’s fake... people’s idols aren’t selfless figures, they’re vain, narcissistic celebrities who are everywhere we go. They’re destroying this world and we want them gone.’
Raul was listening intently. He was liking where this was going...
‘We’ve declared an order... we’ve ordered the eradication of all male celebrities. We’re starting with the males first as we know they’re your speciality. No celebrity is too big or small. Every celebrity has a following or fanbase of some sort and we want you to travel across the world to find them. We want it to be discreet, we don’t want other people catching on. But you can deliver whatever punishments you think the celebrity deserves... as long as they don’t survive the encounter.’
Raul couldn’t believe he was hearing this. Was he really avoiding a long sentence in return for doing what he loved most?! He had always wanted to eradicate some of the celebrities that walked the Earth but had always deemed it too risky.
‘Anything you need on this end, we can provide... we have influence over all security, weaponry and anything else you need. We’re going to officially announce your execution, so nobody will even know you’re alive. After each kill, report back to us so we can make a log of it. If we receive word that you’re not doing your job, you’ll return to prison.’
‘Oh believe me, I’ll do my job...’
His heart was pounding. He couldn’t wait to get started.
‘We’ll leave the expertise up to you then,’ the mysterious man said. ‘Show no mercy, Celebrity Assassin.’
It was as simple as that. With one final handshake, Raul’s future was secured. Two days later, his execution was announced. Celebrities across the world saw it on TV and cheered, delighted that such a sick fucker had met his maker.
They had no idea that that very same sick fucker had just been released, and was making his way towards them...
Known as ‘The Assassin’, Raul was the most revered hitman in the world. He was the guy you went to when you really wanted someone to suffer in death. Sadistic and creative, he tailored each murder especially to his victims, giving them the personal touch. He showed no mercy and was relentlessly brutal. If you were on Raul’s hit-list, you faced an agonising end. He was often contracted by people, such as the people who had hired him to snuff out the life of this unfortunate college jock. And after 87 deaths, he had never been caught.
Until today.
It was a rookie mistake and Raul was furious with himself after accidentally brushing the door handle and leaving fingerprints. That very same night, police swarmed his hotel and he was taken in until he confessed to the murder. It didn’t take the police long to deduce that this was the serial killer who had travelled the world, wreaking havoc. Raul knew he faced a very strict sentence and, whilst he didn’t fear prison or even death, he was more gutted at the fact that plenty of deserving guys would now get away never getting their karma. He didn’t kill for the money, he killed for the lust and enjoyment and now that was over.
He had been in prison about a week when he was escorted to a secret underground headquarters, leaving him confused. He hadn’t even been put on trial yet and he wondered if he was being taken to be executed. Instead, he found himself in a plush office being sat down by a man in a suit. He was clearly important as he was heavily guarded. Raul smirked – clearly they feared his presence here.
‘I won’t lie to you, Raul,’ the man said, getting straight to the point. ‘You’re in a lot of shit... you’re facing a life sentence and possible execution. The whole world hates your guts. You’re a sick, fucked up man.’
Raul nodded, almost as if he was receiving a compliment.
‘But we can make that all go away.’
Raul looked up suddenly – he hadn’t been expecting that! Were they actually going to make a deal with a brutal serial killer?
‘I can’t give you many details about our organisation, but needless to say we have a lot of influence on the courts and the police... we are in a position to secure your release, but we need you to do something in return.
‘Name your price,’ said Raul.
‘You’re the greatest serial killer this world has ever seen... and we want to use that. We don’t like the way the world is going, Raul. It’s superficial, it’s fake... people’s idols aren’t selfless figures, they’re vain, narcissistic celebrities who are everywhere we go. They’re destroying this world and we want them gone.’
Raul was listening intently. He was liking where this was going...
‘We’ve declared an order... we’ve ordered the eradication of all male celebrities. We’re starting with the males first as we know they’re your speciality. No celebrity is too big or small. Every celebrity has a following or fanbase of some sort and we want you to travel across the world to find them. We want it to be discreet, we don’t want other people catching on. But you can deliver whatever punishments you think the celebrity deserves... as long as they don’t survive the encounter.’
Raul couldn’t believe he was hearing this. Was he really avoiding a long sentence in return for doing what he loved most?! He had always wanted to eradicate some of the celebrities that walked the Earth but had always deemed it too risky.
‘Anything you need on this end, we can provide... we have influence over all security, weaponry and anything else you need. We’re going to officially announce your execution, so nobody will even know you’re alive. After each kill, report back to us so we can make a log of it. If we receive word that you’re not doing your job, you’ll return to prison.’
‘Oh believe me, I’ll do my job...’
His heart was pounding. He couldn’t wait to get started.
‘We’ll leave the expertise up to you then,’ the mysterious man said. ‘Show no mercy, Celebrity Assassin.’
It was as simple as that. With one final handshake, Raul’s future was secured. Two days later, his execution was announced. Celebrities across the world saw it on TV and cheered, delighted that such a sick fucker had met his maker.
They had no idea that that very same sick fucker had just been released, and was making his way towards them...
Let me know which celebrities you want him to deal with first – no celebrity too big or small! And if you want them to meet their maker in a particular way let me know!