18th PAWW’s story

So I was playing GTA V and this idea came up to me. Warning for child death and racism towards immigrants.

The alarm woke him up in the midst of a dream, the last remnants of it disappearing with a growl. Jack smashed his hand on the alarm to shut it off and threw his legs on the side of the bed, stretching. Behind him, Barbara stayed asleep. He began to prepare himself for the day, suit pressed and hung behind the door.

The coffee maker was already working in the kitchen when he went in to cook his breakfast. He was reading the newspapers when his children came down the stairs, zombie-like. This was a normal morning in his house. His wife appeared a bit later and embraced him from behind.

“Good morning sweetheart,” Jack offered her a smile and his second toast, which she accepted. They ate together while the kids watched some TV before preparing themselves.

He left quickly after they went to school, kissing Barbara goodbye with his briefcase in hand. He drove for a few streets, then swiftly turned around for the opposite direction. He loosed his tie as he parked at an old abandoned-looking factory. He walked inside, where his assistant was waiting for him.

“Good morning, sir. Here’s yesterday’s report.”

Jack eyed it as they made their way to his office. It was on the second floor, a location which provided him a complete view on the production and the employees below. The latter were already working hard. Their yellow bunny suits a stark contrast with the rusted steel instruments they were using.

“It’s good. We’re steady with the production as well as the distribution. Did you find that dickhead Jessie?”

His assistant nodded. “We did, sir. He was working on his own to overprice our product and keep the profit.”

“Did you dispose of him?”

“He’s down the river as we speak, sir.”

Jack smiled, pleased. “Good work then.” He sat at his desk, a cup of steaming coffee already waiting for him.

“There’s something else, sir.” His tone made Jack frown. He thought this would be a calm day at the job. Well, as much as taking care of a drug factory could be calm.

“One of the employees has been seen talking to Oscar N., sir.” He showed him pictures.

Oscar N. That man was working for the competitor and wanted Jack dead. No need to add that the feeling was mutual.

“Who?”

“One of the newest, Kim Leug. He never made any trouble, which is why I made of of the men follow him after work.”

Jack quickly found his file on his computer. He came from some Asian country he never bothered to learn about and had been here for a little more than a year before they hired him for his chemist studies that weren’t officially recognized in the country. His wife and children were only recently here, thanks to the money Jack’s company generously compensated him with in exchange of his services.

“That motherfucker.” Jack’s fist came down close to his keyboard, made the coffee cup rattle dangerously. “Where is he, now?”

“Working downstairs.”

Jack thought for a moment, eyes scanning the other infos of his file. “Perfect. I’ll teach him not to try to fuck with me. This is what happens when you feed a filthy pig, they shit on your fucking porch afterwards.”

Despite his outburst, Jack worked through the day as usual and retired a bit early. He called his wife to let her know he’d be home a bit late as he drove through the poor district of the city. It was unsettly easy to invite himself into Z’s house, greasing the palm of his wife with compliments and smiling at the children coming back from school. Three beautiful children. They went upstairs to play, and that’s when he excused himself to go to the bathroom. He hummed as he slid the silencer on his pistol. They were sharing a room, how convenient. The two girls were chatting over a comic book while the boy was playing on a portable console.

“Hey kids.” He closed the bedroom door behind him.

A bit later, Kim Leug came back from work. His face paled when he saw his boss sitting with his wife, drinking tea.

“Mister Smith…” He began, but Jack cut him off.

“You have a lovely home, Mister Leug.”

“Without disrespect, sir, why are you here?”

“Oh, you know exactly why I’m here.” Jack got on his feet, towering over Kim with his tall frame. His employee swallowed, fists tight against his sides. “I don’t have much time, I’m already late for dinner, so I’ll make this short.”

His expression changed from amicable to angry, eyes storming with rage. He leaned over Kim Leug. “I already took care of your children.”

“What!?”

“No one fucks with me, and surely not some illegal immigrants like you. Such a shame, your wife was lovely.”

He turned around, aimed his pistol at her, and put two bullets in her head. Kim Leug screamed, threw himself towards her, but Jack’s big hand closed on his shirt before he could escape.

“You’re a monster!” He sobbed, not even fighting him.

“So I’ve been told.” He pressed his gun against his forehead and pressed the trigger. “You’re lucky I didn’t torture you first.”

Blood had managed to touch his shoes, and he grumbled under his breath as he fetched a rag to clean them. He called one of his men.

“Hey, Zed, I need a team.” He gave him the address and hung up. The house would be burnt to the ground.

His job was done, now he was hungry. He returned home to his family.

The PAWW Project