Blurb/warning

Many thought that ending another's life was a horrible thing to do. That it'd plague you're soul. It'd haunt you're dreams. I knew many that's dreams were of blondes and beer not the haunting fact that they ended a life. I knew some who's soul was bright though they'd taken a life. Then there was me. I wasn't haunted. I was surely plagued. Yet these facts didn't seem to bother me. I pulled the trigger without hesitation. I could thrust a blade into someone heart and watch as the light drained from there eyes and feel nothing. I've felt happiness in rare times knowing someone was dead by my hands. But what can I say. Being chosen by the Organization is meant to be a rare gift to outsiders like me. All I know is that when I'm told to pull the trigger. I do. No second thoughts, no hesitation.