Built to Slaughter

BACK ON THE FIELD

RAYO GRIFFIN WOOLRIDGE

PRESENT DAY

"Earth to Rayo," Max said snapping his fingers in front of my face, "Are you still there"

"Whaaat," I said still in a daze

"I was having a flashback here, thank you for ruining it" I rolled my eyes playfully, finally snapping out of my thoughts.

"So what were you saying?" I said, turning my chair around to face my best friend.

"I said I'll be going now, sorry for always convincing you though, this is the last time I will bother you I swear," Maxwell said, scratching the back of his head, I can see his eye almost apologetic for convincing me whenever a new project comes.

He waved goodbye, before disappearing to my bedroom.

"Wait!" I yelled, and for seconds Max came back with a confused face.

"Okay, so I've been thinking," I sighed in defeat, from the past few months my heart and my brain are fighting over if I will go back to the field or not, my brain keeps telling me that it's best not to go back because if I do someone will get hurt again and then I will blame myself again, but my heart tells me that it's my passion since I was a little kid, fighting for justice. It's very draining, it kept bugging me for a while now I'm not getting a good sleep because of it, it's killing me.

"Maybe I'll try to go back to the field again"

Finally, I decided to follow my heart instead of my brain, maybe this will be the new step for me, this time I will move forward.

"Really?" I can see the excitement glow in Maxwell's eyes "Are you sure? you are not joking, right? this isn't a prank or something?"

"Now you are questioning me why I want to come back, you are the one who kept convincing me to go back to the field," I said putting up a fake serious face

"No, no" His voice cracking as he rambles "I'm just making sure though, I don't want you to be forced on something you don't want to do"

"Relax, I'm just kidding you should see your face you are all flustered" I burst out laughing

"I hate you" He glared and playfully punch me in my arm, then he comes towards me opening his arms to hug me, we hugged for like a minute because Max is such a baby, then I pulled away.

"So I guess welcome back"

"But from now on I wanna work alone okay?" I reminded him seriously.

"But, you always work alone though," Max said, well that's true, ever since I joined the BCA (Black Crystal Association)

I started my first mission by myself, I don't want some company, even though my friends are convincing me to team up with them I still said no because I don't want to babysit them and they might get in the way, we talked about it a long time ago and it's good that they understand. But then dad suddenly teams us up on a "big mission" for us since we are the best assassins in our association, and eventually it became a tragedy, so, no I'm not working with anyone ever again.

"Yeah, but I'm not taking any chances again, you know my father if he knew I come back he will put me on some dangerous mission again because I'm the best blah blah," I told him.

"Yeah, sure I will tell him" Maxwell assured.

"Oh no you don't have to worry about that, I'm going to the base if I have free time and I will tell my father myself that never to partner me up with someone"

"Okay griffin" Maxwell teased.

“I told you not to call me griffin Max you are so annoying” I huffed.

“I’m your best friend so I can annoy you whenever I want” Maxwell playfully smirked and I rolled his eyes at him.

“Whatever, so what is it,” Rayo asked

"A new task” Maxwell said in a strict tone, acting like an adult

"I know it's a task" I got the urge to roll my eyes at him "And what's up with the voice, I feel like you are an old man"

"I'm being a professional for once since this is your first time again“ It's his turn to roll my eyes at me

"Oh also let me tell you, your father has been bothering me every day about this, why haven’t you called him back? you haven't talked to him properly since you know... he's really worried about you”

“And about the task …” I trailed off, signaling for a further explanation ignoring his questions about my father, he sighed, and then he explained my new task.

"Nevermind then," Max said

“So the task, Dusty Shaw, He killed his own secretary a few months ago but it was passed by the judge as a suicide due to work-related stress. The team wants you to do it because he apparently has got next-level security and well, you’re the best of the best, this is your s**t,” Maxwell slammed downed some papers, which I flicked through, studying the information.

"I’ll have him by tomorrow,” I told my best friend as I tossed the papers while sipping my coffee “also please do tell my father I’ve been busy researching so I didn’t notice and It is because I put my phone into silent that’s why haven’t called him back”

"Oh really?" Max raised his eyebrows "For three years?"

I just shrugged at him, and then he sighed in defeat dropping the topic knowing that he's never going to get an answer.

“I don’t doubt you, Ray,” Maxwell waved his best friend goodbye, walking out of the house.

“And also don’t put your phone in silent moron, or your dad’s going to kill me” Maxwell shouted

"Your Dad’s is going to be happy about this, there is no doubt he will come here to visit you for proof in a week and maybe you two will have a proper conversation by then"

After a few minutes, I heard the sound of his car driving away and I sighed, walking over to my computer and typing in my hundreds of passwords.

Although my house wasn’t the main base for the BCA, I still needed the necessities and of course, I still needed to be heavily protected. I have bulletproof windows, a door that has a passcode and fingerprint protection so no stranger can get in, only my team could get in and out of my house, and surveillance 24/7. My house is a mansion, my father built it for me, at first I really don’t like the idea of having a mansion because it’s too big I’m too lazy to clean a whole big ass house to myself but he insisted I have a good house, I’m not complaining though it’s great having a big house. I have three rooms downstairs and in the upstairs have like five so overall I have 9 rooms and for the bathrooms, I have three, one inside my room, one upstairs near the gym room, and one near the laundry room at downstairs. I only use three rooms, my gym room, my training room, and especially my bedroom, so basically I have six spare useless rooms that have tons of boxes or maybe even ghost live in there and lastly my basement where I torment my victims.

I clicked onto my search bar and typed into the name that Maxwell had told me, Dusty Shaw. Immediately pages appear on the screen and I clicked on the first one. It appeared to be a news article, written a few months ago about his secretary’s death. The judge had confirmed that it was a suicide but that wasn’t surprising considering that the Shaw families were millionaires.

Over the years I had come to find almost every judge could be won over with a considerable amount of money. Of course, everyone will do anything for money.

Who wouldn't right?

I continued to scroll down the page and I hovered over a new piece of information. I also took the papers again carefully checking if I miss something and then bingo something dropped to the floor, when I picked it up it reveals the autopsy of the victim who clearly has a huge slice on her stomach and neck.

“Maxwell you are a f*****g beast, you did a great job” I whispered to myself, Maxwell my best friend is also on the top list of the black crystal, because of his skills being skilled a hacker, he can dig up through every information and every detail, he can figure it out in seconds, that’s why he’s been a big help to the association if it wasn’t for him our job might be a little harder.

By eleven o’clock that night I had analyzed everything about the man’s routine by looking at his old security cameras and I had already formed a plan.

At five o’clock every morning he woke up to do some paperwork stuff, after half an hour he eats breakfast with his family. And then finally at 7:30, he will leave the house to go to his work.

“This shouldn’t be too hard,” I mumbled to himself, shutting down my computer and standing up

My back was stiff from sitting still for hours so I decided to take a walk in my backyard, it was cold in the Denia today, it's a name of a small town here in the Netherlands, so I just slipped on my hoodie and sweatpants, and then threw a small backpack containing the necessities over my shoulder just in case anything happened, before walking out. My house was secluded from the city, about a two-hour walk.

It had to be far away because one, if one of my neighbors ever heard the screaming the police would be around my house and ready to take a shot before I could attempt to escape, I didn’t mind though, I enjoyed the rare moment of peace I got and it’s better not having neighbors because neighbors can be nosy or even loud most of the time. And two we are underground so basically, we don’t need people to know who we are, they might put our association in jeopardy.

Before you get into the Association you need to be tested in a lot of ways like knowledge tests, Integrity tests, cognitive ability tests, personality tests, emotional intelligence tests, skills assessment tests, physical ability tests. But most the most important thing is that if we can trust you then welcome to the team, for many years no one has ever betrayed Black crystal, because my father is good at handling his people well and people fear him too, if looks could kill my father could have killed anyone he has ever meet, he’s a very intimidating man that’s why the company is smooth sailing as ever.

I noticed that it was getting late so I decided to go back inside my house and get rest because tomorrow I will have a tough day.

-

THE NEXT DAY

I was woken up by the beam of light coming from my window, I flutter my eyes open, I checked the time it’s 6:30 in the morning and I stood up from my bed stretching my limbs out, then I walk near to my closet to change into my workout clothes, a black sleeveless undershirt with a Nike logo at the middle and a short. After dressing up I went to my gym room to do my workout routines.

Thirty minutes had passed and I finished my entire workout, I can feel the heat coming out of my body, my veins in my arms are popping out as the sweat trickling down my face, I took off my shirt that was soaked in sweat and threw it in the laundry basket that I have in my gym room.

I didn’t put some shirt on because I decided to go practice in the training room; I don’t want my laundry to pile up with sweaty clothes.

When I opened the door of my training room, reveals a wide shooting range with dummies on the side, the room is windowless and it is white-walled, the walls are thick, and I have two tables on the side, the first table have different types of guns on it and on the other table have daggers, I walked near to table and now I can see how dusty my guns and daggers are.

“Man I really should clean this room” I mumble to myself as I picked up one of my favorite daggers, I prefer daggers instead of a knife because it’s more powerful, and it possesses a more durable blade with sharp edges, I can kill the enemy by just stabbing them using this.

Damn, I haven’t been here for years. I really missed it.

Then I started training by throwing some daggers in the head of dummies, I was shocked at myself because I hit every single one of them in the head in just one throw, I guess I still have it in me. After training for hours, I stopped to rest, to eat my breakfast, and to take a shower, I need to regain my energy for later. My body was a little bit sore from all training I’ve been doing. I went to my room to prepare the things that I will be using; I didn’t pack much I only packed the important things like the syringe containing a yellow substance that will make my victims sleep, I mostly do the torturing here in the house.

I used my free time playing video games and watching some blood-curdling movies.

After watching and playing I got bored so I took a quick power nap, woke up an hour later and I change into my classic suit and tie, after waiting for hours I finally find myself in my garage. I have two cars and two motorcycles, my first car is a white jeep wrangler that I use when I go out somewhere to hang out with friends or sometimes when I got the energy to buy groceries. And the other car is a Mercedes - Benz C-class that I often use when I’m out doing my missions, I also change the color of my car at least once a week so nobody would get suspicious seeing the same car but different plates. And we are going to be f****d when the police get involved because those guys are jerks.

I went inside my car putting the keys to the ignition to start it up, I set the GPS on and type the location of my victim, I checked the time its 2:00 pm I’m already behind time, I buckled myself up before revving my car a few times and it vibrated angrily and then I drove away from my house finally.

It was a long painful three-hour ride because the town I lived in was far from the city plus a 30-minute ride to my designated location.

Finally arriving at my victim’s location. It was a typical large black and white glass building that you usually see in cities.

I followed the arrow that tells me where to park, I went in and there was a guard that was checking IDs, of course, I already have that prepared. The guard carefully checked my ID. It was a fake one I did my best to make it look real, I’m really glad I bought those 3d printers, I made that last night after doing my research.

“Okay Mr. Smith, you may pass now have a good day,” He said politely, and I forced myself not to snort because my fake name Mr. smith works like a charm every time.

I drove inside the parking lot and parked my car in the secluded part, I studied the parking lot, I notice a few CCTV’s, but this shouldn’t be hard because I already calculated the blind spots, they won’t even know I'm here, even my shadows.

I stayed inside my car, patiently waited for my victim, based on my research he always leave his office at six pm and it’s 5:45 right now he should be out any minute now.

Finally, I heard the parking lot’s elevator ding I immediately got out of my car, I hid at the nearest post with a syringe in my hand, c*****g my head a little to my side, I saw Mr. Shaw in a suit and a phone in his ears laughing. I looked at him in disgust; I really despise people like this, how can he be all smiley like that when he killed his own secretary for no reason.

It’s good timing today because his guards aren’t around him. And I thought he got tight security. I smirked knowing that this is going to be easy for me, I have a new plan.

When I heard him done talking to whoever it is on the phone, I quietly walked towards him, tucked my syringe in my back, putting up my innocent face.

“Hello, what can I help you with?” He asked genuinely, I almost threw up at his words

“Hey sir I am new here can you please help me get to the building?” I said innocently

“Yeah sure” He smiled and then he turns around pointing at the elevator

"There is the elevator it can take you to the lobby whe---“I cut him off by grabbing his neck from behind and then I stab the syringe in his neck, injecting the yellow fluid inside his body. He tries to squirm out of my hold but I held him strongly.

“Who are you what did you do t---“

In a few seconds he fell unconscious, I looked around to check if anyone was around and then when I heard silence, I threw the man in my shoulders then started carrying him to my car, this man is heavy geez, I put him in the passenger seat, I took the chains and locks in my trunk and started chaining the man in the seat.

After successfully chaining and locking, I looked at the place one more time to make sure no evidence is left behind and when I found nothing, I fled the scene and went back home to interrogate this man

-

I finally got home after a few hours of driving, he is still not awake so that’s a good sign, I dragged his body down to the basement where I chained him again in one of the chairs. My basement is surprisingly a little clean because I didn’t have any victims from the past few years, but it still smells like old blood in here. I walked around for a bit admiring the knives and guns hanging around the walls.

And then I hear a small groan, I turned around to see my victim finally awake he looked around I can see his eyes slowly widen in fear. I smirked as I walked towards him

“If you are wondering where you are, welcome to hell” I exclaimed “you got a free pass congratulations”

“And your security you should fire them because they are useless you should hire me instead” I randomly said

“Who the hell are you,” He asked, “what do you want from me?”

“I’m just nobody, like you are going to be any minute now,” I said bluntly

“What do you mean?” He said frantically

“Are you going to kill me? Please don’t, I can give you whatever you want, I can give you loads of money just get me the hell out of here” I huffed angrily when I heard him say money.

money money money.

everything is always about money.

I hate it.

“I don’t need your filthy money” I spat

“How much do you want? Million or Billion Just tell me” He still insisted ignoring what I just said

“You know I hate when people ignore me”

And then I punched him in the face repeatedly until his lips were busted open and his nose was dripping blood. He started to shake and cry.

I release him off his chains I watch him as he tumbled down hitting his face on the floor.

What a weakling can’t even stand up

I grabbed him by his collars lifting him up and I threw him at the wall, he tried to get up but I immediately knee him in his stomach making him drop again on the floor holding his stomach in pain, I looked at him and I saw his shirt is getting soaked in bloods making me a little satisfied. I walked to dagger station and took one, then I started to cut his arms going deeper and deeper every second, his cries are getting loud every time I got deeper, I stopped when his arm where full of cuts and bloods.

Assuming he is weak right now.

I duck taped his hands and foot and then I started dragging him by his hair, bringing him up to the living room trails of blood visible in the house whole.

“Look around,” I said heavily breathing, I lifted his face up using his hair, his blood were dripping down to his face it's like his whole face is a blood clot right now “I have enough money”

“Don’t ever think that your precious money could save you from anything”

“I’m sorry please I won’t tell just let me go,” He said weakly, his voice sounding hoarse; I grabbed him again and started chaining him on the chair from my dining table.

“What are you going to do with me?” He questioned, finally catching up to my breath, I threw a picture in front of him his eyes widen in horror, and then I started to see guilt in his eyes

“Briana Anderson the poor innocent girl that you killed”

“I have to do it” He admitted but I can see he’s not proud of it, “She told me that she is going to tell my wife about everything I’ve been doing, and I couldn’t risk her doing that”

Mistresses I see.

“So instead of talking to her properly, you killed her?” I raised my eyebrows while twirling a knife in my hand, I can see him gulping.

“I panicked okay” He cried out “We are talking properly and I told her that I want to end what’s going on between us because I don’t want to do that to my wife anymore, and then she started to yell at me saying she going to call my wife and then..”

“I killed her”

“Well you should think about that twice before committing it” I showed him the voice recorder I'm holding, and his cries were louder than before “I’m going to give this to the parents of that poor girl so they can know she didn’t kill herself you, filthy b***h.

"Now you are going to pay for it”

“NO PLEASE” he begged but I heard enough, I leaned down on him and started to slice his stomach as he did on the picture, his guts slowly coming out, blood started to pool on my floor, and for the next move, I dragged the knife across his neck. He left out a gurgling noise as blood spurted out and the next thing I knew his body went limp.

I stood up holding a knife in my hand that was dripping with blood; my foot drowning in the warm blood, I lift my free hand to wipe the sweat on my forehead, and then I took my phone from my pocket to call my dad

“Hello? … Rayo?” I can hear how surprised he is.

“Dad I’m coming there tomorrow”

“Really?”

“Yeah see you”

I hung up immediately and I take a last look at my victim’s body before cleaning it up.

I smiled at myself because I missed my job I really enjoyed it, I am really grateful I took a step forward again.

Mission success