"This life I have lived has brought more pain to me than happiness, it has brought me more money but not peace of mind. Every day I battle with voices in my head, their screams like thousands of needles piercing through my head. I am losing my mind and it needs to end now or I become a monster that the law can't control, a monster that gets away with nefarious crimes. I. Am. Done…"
A gunshot
One week earlier
"This is a mess! I told you to make this attack a quiet one and a not messy one" said a man dressed in an expensive navy blue suit, a crisp white shirt, no tie, Italian leather shoes, a cream-colored trench coat, and a fedora hat.
"I apologize for this boss, I didn't mean for it to happen this way." Jareth said
"You just crippled my operations that I have worked hard for and you think sorry will fix your dumb mistakes?! Damn you Jareth!" the Boss fumed.
The boss dug his hand into his pants pocket and brought out his phone as he put a call through someone he called 'The Cleaner'. At this point, Jareth was scared for his life as he knew that The Cleaner is a person called to fix a situation, and right now he was the situation. At this point, he thought of his children and his pregnant wife at home. If he doesn't run for his life now, his family will suffer or be killed by The cleaner because he knew he had crippled the operation of the most powerful, ruthless man in the city. Without thinking through his action he dropped his gun and ran away.
"You bastard, you think I called The Cleaner for you. Don't let the guilty bastard get away!" Andrew the cartel boss barked out to his soldiers as he continued his conversation on the phone with The Cleaner.
"Before I go, take out Jareth too. He ran away. He must have done something else for him to take off like that. Leave no witnesses. How much for your service?"
A woman's voice said from the other side of the call, "You know my usual, Crypto, and don't keep me waiting or I clean you up too"
Andrew smirked and said, "Have I ever disappointed you before? You will have your money as soon as you confirm the work is done. Please hurry!" With that, he ends the call.
Two hours later…
Please, don't kill my family. Let them go, please" Jareth pleaded.
The Cleaner looked at Jareth, and said, "I am sorry but I have to get it done"
Jareth was bleeding excessively from the hits he took from The Cleaner trying to protect his family. So he tries to get up to kneel before The Cleaner. On his knees, he said, "At least, don't kill them before my eyes"
Gunshot! Gunshot! Gunshot! Gunshot!
The Cleaner killed them all without emotion after which she piled up their bodies and dumped them in her van to go dispose of them. Coming back to carry her gun she saw Jareth's phone on the floor and picked it up. Going through it, she realized Jareth was innocent and was after a mole in Andrew's Cartel group. "Shit!", she cursed. As she was about to drive off, tears began to stream down her eyes. Hot tears, filled with emotions, filled with guilt, pain, regrets, and anger.
"aaaahhhh!"
She screamed as she kept hitting the steering wheel multiple times. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Nooo!" Cleaning her eyes dry, she drove off with a screeching sound.
Three hours later…
The Cleaner went to see Andrew in his office. For many years, she has worked for Andrew without meeting him in person. That was her definite rule. She prefers not to know the identity of her clients, but this time, she had to finish what she started or she would go crazy. She had to see Andrew to ask him why he had to let her kill Jareth, and his family without interrogating him first about the real truth. Barging into his office rudely, she saw him sitting behind a mahogany desk with a cigar in his mouth and whisky on his desk.
"You must have a death wish to barge into my office in this manner." Andrew blurted out.
The Cleaner glared at Andrew and said, "Why did you give orders for me to kill Jareth and family without interrogating him?"
Eyes wide, Andrew abruptly jumped up and went for his gun under his desk and pointed it at her.
"If you come any closer, I will shoot You. What are you doing here?" Andrew blurted with a shaky hand.
"Why?!" The cleaner asked
"He ran away, that's why!" Andrew said, afraid for his life.
"He was innocent, you piece of shit! He was looking for a mole in your group and you blamed him for the damages. Now I can't get the screams of his children out of my head!" The Cleaner said as she turned her back away from Andrew sobbing bitterly.
Andrew was speechless as he looked at The Cleaner shocked. Then all of a sudden The Cleaner spun around with a gun in her hand and said, "YOU BASTARD!" which followed with several gunshots before Andrew could fire his gun. Andrew's body fell to the floor lifeless and she left his office.
One week later after the cleaner had killed Andrew for letting her kill Jareth's family unjustly, but she still couldn't get their screams out of her head. Their screams haunted her dreams, haunted her day and night. After seven days of sleepless nights, The Cleaner has had enough of everything. She regretted her actions and her lifestyle. So she ended it with a bullet to her head. The Cleaner was gone.
Spanish
El limpiador
"Esta vida que he vivido me ha traído más dolor que felicidad, me ha traído más dinero pero no tranquilidad. Todos los días lucho contra voces en mi cabeza, sus gritos son como miles de agujas que me atraviesan la cabeza. Estoy perdiendo la cabeza y tiene que terminar ahora o me convierto en un monstruo que la ley no puede controlar, un monstruo que se sale con la suya con crímenes nefastos. Yo. estoy. Terminado..."
Un disparo
Una semana antes
"¡Esto es un desastre Te dije que hicieras un ataque silencioso y no desordenado", dijo un hombre vestido con un costoso traje azul marino, una impecable camisa blanca, sin corbata, zapatos de cuero italiano, una gabardina color crema y un sombrero fedora.
"Pido disculpas por esto jefe, no quería que ocurriera así" dijo Jareth
"Acabas de estropear mis operaciones por las que he trabajado duro y ¿crees que pedir perdón arreglará tus estúpidos errores Maldito seas Jareth", dijo el jefe.
El jefe metió la mano en el bolsillo de su pantalón y sacó su teléfono mientras ponía una llamada a través de alguien a quien llamaba "El Limpiador". En ese momento, Jareth temió por su vida ya que sabía que El Limpiador es una persona llamada para arreglar una situación, y ahora mismo él era la situación. En este momento, pensó en sus hijos y en su esposa embarazada en casa. Si no corre por su vida ahora, su familia sufrirá o será asesinada por El Limpiador porque sabía que había paralizado la operación del hombre más poderoso y despiadado de la ciudad. Sin pensar en su acción, soltó el arma y salió corriendo.
"Bastardo, crees que he llamado a El Limpiador por ti. No dejes que el culpable se escape" Andrew, el jefe del cartel, ladró a sus soldados mientras continuaba su conversación por teléfono con El Limpiador.
"Antes de que me vaya, saca a Jareth también. Se escapó. Debe haber hecho algo más para que se vaya así. No dejes testigos. ¿Cuánto por tu servicio"
Una voz de mujer dijo desde el otro lado de la llamada: "Ya conoces lo de siempre, Crypto, y no me hagas esperar o te limpio a ti también".
Andrew sonrió y dijo: "¿Te he decepcionado alguna vez Tendrás tu dinero en cuanto confirmes que el trabajo está hecho. Por favor, date prisa"* Con eso, termina la llamada.
Dos horas después...
"Por favor, no maten a mi familia. Déjenlos ir, por favor" Suplicó Jareth.
El Limpiador miró a Jareth y dijo: "Lo siento, pero tengo que hacerlo".
Jareth estaba sangrando excesivamente por los golpes que recibió de El Limpiador tratando de proteger a su familia. Así que intenta levantarse para arrodillarse ante El Limpiador. De rodillas, dijo: "Al menos, no los mates ante mis ojos".
¡Disparo ¡Disparo ¡Disparo ¡Disparo
La Limpiadora los mató a todos sin emoción, después de lo cual apiló sus cuerpos y los tiró en su camioneta para ir a deshacerse de ellos. Al volver a llevar su arma, vio el teléfono de Jareth en el suelo y lo recogió. Al revisarlo, se dio cuenta de que Jareth era inocente y que buscaba un topo en el grupo del cártel de Andrew. *"¡Mierda!", maldijo. Cuando estaba a punto de marcharse, las lágrimas comenzaron a correr por sus ojos. Lágrimas calientes, llenas de emociones, llenas de culpa, dolor, arrepentimiento y rabia.
"¡aaaahhhh"
Gritó mientras golpeaba el volante varias veces. "¡Mierda ¡Mierda ¡Mierda Nooo!" Limpiando sus ojos en seco, condujo con un sonido chirriante.
Tres horas más tarde...
La limpiadora fue a ver a Andrew a su oficina. Durante muchos años, ha trabajado para Andrew sin conocerlo en persona. Esa era su regla definitiva. Prefiere no conocer la identidad de sus clientes, pero esta vez tenía que terminar lo que había empezado o se volvería loca. Tenía que ver a Andrew para preguntarle por qué había dejado que matara a Jareth y a su familia sin interrogarle antes sobre la verdad real. Al irrumpir en su despacho con brusquedad, lo vio sentado detrás de un escritorio de caoba con un puro en la boca y un whisky sobre su mesa.
"Debes tener ganas de morir para irrumpir en mi despacho de esta manera ", le espetó Andrew.
El Limpiador miró fijamente a Andrew y le dijo: "¿Por qué me dio órdenes de matar a Jareth y a su familia sin interrogarlo? ".
Con los ojos muy abiertos, Andrew se levantó bruscamente y fue a por su pistola bajo el escritorio y la apuntó.
"Si te acercas más, te dispararé. ¿Qué estás haciendo aquí? ", soltó Andrew con la mano temblorosa.
*"¿Por qué?", preguntó la limpiadora.
"¡Ha huido, por eso!", dijo Andrew, temiendo por su vida.
*"¡Era inocente, pedazo de mierda! Estaba buscando un topo en tu grupo y le culpaste de los daños. Ahora no puedo quitarme de la cabeza los gritos de sus hijos", dijo la limpiadora mientras se alejaba de Andrew sollozando amargamente.
Andrew se quedó sin palabras mientras miraba a La Limpiadora sorprendido. Entonces, de repente, la limpiadora se giró con una pistola en la mano y dijo: "¡Bastardo!", a lo que siguieron varios disparos antes de que Andrew pudiera disparar su arma. El cuerpo de Andrew cayó al suelo sin vida y ella salió de su oficina.
Una semana después la limpiadora había matado a Andrew por permitirle matar a la familia de Jareth injustamente, pero ella seguía sin poder quitarse sus gritos de la cabeza. Sus gritos perseguían sus sueños, la perseguían día y noche. Después de siete días de noches sin dormir, La Limpiadora se hartó de todo. Se arrepintió de sus actos y de su estilo de vida. Así que terminó con una bala en la cabeza. La Limpiadora había desaparecido.
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Oh, what a disaster! So realistic -- great and gripping story!
I apologize for the late reply. Indeed it was a disaster a little phone call conversation led to many loss of lives. I appreciate your comment here. Thank you for the encouragement. Stay blessed ❤️
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It must have been pure anguish for her. We didn't even get to know her true name! Oh shit! What a tragedy and despite the graphics, I was sucked into it. Nice job!