“Do you know why I kill?” I asked.

The drunk man almost beat out of life. Begging for his life.

I sat at his bed asking him questions as if he is my therapist. Apparently I’ve been asking so much questions, he bled out.

Talk about being rude. I left the room being tired as usual.

It’s the middle of the night and people are still awake.

Well, we are on a cruise. It wouldn’t hurt to go have a few drinks before I sleep.

That’s what I thought. I woke up with a bomb hangover.

My brain feels like it exploded. I stood up—and immediately fell back down. Apparently I’m the lightweight. I don’t even drink much. I’m 25 and 6’3.

I wonder if Reimi can handle it, she’s only 5’11.

Dad was Russian-Australian, Mom was Chinese-French. They were both fairly tall.

4 more days before we land to Morocco. I might as well read some newspapers.

“13 Mafia Members killed in Japan”

Probably Reimi’s work. She’s an assassin and a hitman.

Uncle paid her handsomely.

“The Prideful serial killer has been killing again”

Jeez, they finally took notice. Took me 6 kills before being noticed. Dad could’ve had attention with only 2.

I’ve got a long way to go.

“Another invention!”

Good on you, Mr. Inventor.

What should I do to pass the time? We’re in the middle of the ocean, don’t think the radio would work.

I should just watch more TV, or I could sharpen my knives… My knives.

I ran to my room trying to find my knives. We had a family heirloom, two knives that Dad made. He made a pair, gave one each to me and my sister.

It was the knife I mostly use during my killing. Reimi hid her side of the knife.

I found it, it was under the case I brought.

The only reason I went to Morocco; find our ancestors’ home. Dad said all the things we needed are kept their.

The keys were the knives.

“Stab it 3 times,” Dad said. So that’s what I will do when I reach it. Apparently our forefather was a torturer. Seems our bloodline is always connected to the killing. The knife he used was hidden in the house’s main room.

I went out of my room to get some air.

“Hey, Junior.”

Junior? Ah, Charlotte. Mom’s two-time accomplice. She helped them burn evidence at The Cocktail Massacre.

“Tell me, junior. Do you still sleep soundly?”

Some people can’t handle being a murderer. They would go through the 5 stages of grief. I didn’t.

Dad taught me and my sister to not have a conscience.

Having a conscience is the biggest weakness.

I walked away being annoyed. Charlotte didn’t help to avoid my parents’ execution.

Once we land, I’ll kill her.

2 days before arriving in Morocco.

Starship Cruise has 5 floors, one of them better have an electronics store. I need to buy a phone, threw my old one to avoid evidence.

I walked from floor to floor trying to find a shop. I found it at the 5th floor.

“I’ve… been… trying…” I panted.

Finally, I found it. An electronics store. I bought a phone and went to the balcony.

“Come on Reimi. Pick up your phone.”

I talked with Reimi for an hour to talk about the ancestral house in Morocco. We were to meet at the house after 3 days, 10:00 PM.

I caught Charlotte following at the corner of my eye.

I ran away and she followed suit. I led her to a dead end.

Charlotte snuck in her customized deck of cards. All sharp enough to cut off a finger.

Charlotte threw a King of Spade followed by a 4 of Clover.

I ran straight to her, in an attempt to kill her. She threw 5 cards. I didn’t avoid one of them. It cut my forearm.

I was both left-handed and right-handed.

With only 5 meters between us, I leaped to kill her from above. In a last-ditch effort, she threw all her remaining cards. Most of them missed but some hit my body.

I stabbed her in the middle of the head. I twisted the knife around before taking it out. As revenge, I cut both her arms off and threw it to the ocean, I also slice her tendons for her to bleed out.

I threw her to the dumpster at the back of the cruise.

“What a gaffe,” I said.

I took a shower then went to bed.

“Wake up, junior.”

That voice. Its moms.

“You failed, Junior.”

I didn’t fail. I didn’t fail. I didn’t fail.

Her face became distorted and melting.

I woke up with a cold sweat.

“A nightmare?”

I’ve been killing for over a decade. This is my first time to have a nightmare.

I killed Charlotte. Mom’s closest friend and accomplice.

Was it the reason that I had a nightmare?

I should get some air. Uncle has some questions to answer.

Less than a day left before Morocco landing.

Should I sleep till we land or I should spend a day in the bar.

“I’ll have a cocktail.”

I found the other people who accompanied the drunk man I killed.

I pulled out a class picture when I was in college. There was one of my closest friend. Sarah.

We haven’t met each other since graduation, we said our goodbyes and gave each other a tight hug.

She never knew my job. I never knew she died.

She worked at a bank after a year we graduated.

The bank was held by 6 people. Sarah was a fighter.

She brought one down, only to be gunned down. It was in vain.

2 were arrested, 1 was gunned down, the last one escaped alone.

I don’t kill when I have a personal vendetta.

This one is different though. She was my only friend. I avoided people because I didn’t want to get them hurt.

I wanted to leave the department early to visit her funeral.

They didn’t accept it, instead, I was given over time.

I visited her the day later, left some roses, and said my goodbyes.

The two that were arrested came to my precinct to have a mugshot.

I took them to the back and killed them both.

30 minutes till Morocco Landing.

“The knife shall open the house.”

Reimi should help me in the house.

Forefather’s equipment should still be sharp enough.

They probably miss the taste of blood and the user’s bloodlust.

This should be fun.