Death Master
Copyright© 2026 by Ka Hmnd
Chapter 3: Retribution
It was two weeks later that I received an e-mail. It was not through one of my regular contacts. When I responded, they replied with a name. I spent a couple of hours doing research and sent my price. They responded with, “after.”
I had this happen a few times and sent a reply, “full payment up front.”
The answer was faster, “after.”
I shook my head and sent, “look for someone else.”
I almost logged off before the response came back, “send the account information.”
I looked at the computer and finally sent the bank account. I logged off and used another IP to watch my account. I was surprised when the money was deposited. I logged off and started planning. The target was in Mexico at a resort. My way into the country was through Belize. When I arrived in the city, it was a pleasant place with plenty of tourists.
I found my target easily, as well as his watchers. I sipped a cold drink and relaxed as I watched. I realized the target knew about the others and seemed to taunt them. It was easy to slip into his room while he was out. I decided to check out the watchers and found out after some research that their bills were paid by the target’s father.
My client wanted it public, so I watched his schedule, and the one constant was his afternoons by the pool. It took me a few hours to find what I needed. I mixed everything and slipped into his room while he was out at a club that night. This was normal, and I knew he would not come back until it was late.
I added my mixture to his sunblock and made sure it was mixed in well before leaving. I was relaxing in the shade when he came out in the late morning. I stood, looked at my watch, and picked everything up before turning to leave. My target put the lotion all over his body and rubbed it in before swaggering to the pool and diving in.
I glanced back from the gate as he surfaced screaming and thrashing around. His skin was red, and as his watchers suddenly became his bodyguards, his flesh began to melt. I continued walking towards the parking lot, knowing they might stop the reaction but not the poison.
I opened the trunk of the stolen car and dropped everything in. I glanced back at a young woman walking towards me. I was suddenly alert; the way she held herself told me everything I needed to know. I turned as she approached, pulling a small dart from my waistband. When she reached into her bag casually, I moved. My hand flicked the dart as I started for her.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.