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The dark of the jail covered my face, five years sentence, it was a gift of my wonderful lawyer. Murder, yes, i murdered that guy and it was gonna be fifteen years, but thanks to a dark move i just had to declared myself as guilty and they gave me five years.

After that short punishment they let me go. The day was gray and rainy, a black and luxury car was waiting for me outside the penitentiary. I easily identified it, it was the car of my lawyer. I was glad he came to pick me up, my only family is my grandma and she don't even knew i was in prison, so better to see the brilliant guy who save me from that hard sentence.

I felt the water in my shoulders, wetting my clothes while i was walking slowly to the car. The door opened when i got close and I happily entered. Inside i saw a tall brown wolf, dressed with a black suit and smoking a cigar and looking me with a smile. I just closed the door and the car started moving.

"My little killer" said slowly the wolf "I hope they treated you well" he finished the sentence smiling.

"Thanks you, Mr Suarez, i'm glad of all you do for me" I said, downing a bit my sight.

"Oh... don't worry, all this are just business" he told me.

"Hmm... what should i do now?" I asked a bit confused, obviously i can't back to my grandma house, and all my things were sold for the trial.

"Well... Gaston, you are free to remake your life or you can put a good use of that freedom and return me the favor" he said without interest.

He should be joking with me, i have no life right now, neither a friend for help me or a place to live... and there he was, looking at me with that dark sight and mischievous grin, it was clear, i was just some kind of funny thing for him, a cockroach.

"Sure... what you need to do, Mr Suarez?" I asked with my voice trembling.

He took a plastic bag from the floor of the car and gave it to me. I opened it and saw that inside was a letter, then the car stopped and the wolf threw me a key.

"Department three, don't open the letter now, do it inside and burn that bag" ordered me.

"Thanks you, sir" I said opening the door.

"By the way, look under the pillow, that will help you with this simple task" he said grinning.

I walked out of the car and looked at my surroundings, it was a terrible place filled with misery. The build in front me was old and neglected and when i crossed the main gate i observed the inside wasn't different, rust and dirt has conquest the place many years ago.

When i reached to the third department the door opened easy. Surprisingly the inside was in good condition. A little table, kitchen, fridge filled with food, a bathroom and a bedroom with a bed and a wardrobe.

Nothing of this stopped my curiosity, i took the letter and opened it. Inside was two pictures and an address. I recognized easily the man in the photo, he was a coworker of Mr. Suarez, a middle-age red kangaroo. What should i do with him? There was no more instructions in the letter... the pillow!

I ran directly to the bedroom and under the pillow was a pistol with silencer, well... at least it wasn't women clothes but was hard to know that i have to pay the time outside prison with another kill... anyway i prefer go against the law than that lawyer.

After a meal of peanuts and beer i took a bath, checked the pistol, changed my clothes and stayed waiting in the dark till the night cover everything.

I walked out of the department, it was still raining outside and the streets was filled with not very friendly faces. I took a taxi and moved close to the house of my target. The place remembered me another life that maybe never happened, with luxury and joy.

The rain kept wetting me while i was there, waiting for... that man. Was i waiting for that man? I walked slowly to a nearby gas station for buy a coffee, that was when i saw him. My target was walking back to his home, with his daughter. Then my mind activated began to think my next move.

"Your wallet, now!" I shouted him, aiming at his face.

"Yes! take it! it's all yours, please don't shoot" said the kangaroo and threw me his wallet, i took it and smiled, the street was empty.

And then I shot, one time and the father fell, another time and the child died too, all was fast as i planned. I approached and shot two bullets more to the kangaroo, sorry guy but the violently robberies happen all the time in this country, it's very dangerous out in the night.

The return was easy, i did it walking, kill another person made me feel powerful, unstoppable, like if for a moment i had the control of my life. Then i understood that the first time wasn't an accident, i liked that.

Back in my department i sat in a plastic chair and smiled, my heart was still beating excited. Then i took the pistol and put it in my mouth... i have the control of my life, i can keep with it o finish it. I played with the gun all around my head for at least half hour, then went to the bedroom and sleep, with clothes and all, I just fell in the bed like a dead body.

The next day was another letter under my door. Another address, another picture, ten thousand dollars and a greetings card. "Nine more and you'll be done, good job Mr Gaston"