The summer had finally ended and students were rushing to school because they had slept in to late. Zoe was a straight A student and didn't have any friends. She was a nerd though she did appear to be nerdy at all. She had low tolerance for the people she went to school with. She despised the students she attended school with. Most of them care nothing about their education, they only went because their parents made them. Zoe was a very rich girl. She lived with both of her parents. Her mother was a stay-at-home- mom. She took good care of Zoe when Zoe was actually home. She spent a lot of her time away from home because even at home she wasn't happy. She liked a little excitement though there wasn't much at home. Her father was a contract killer. He killed people for a living and was good at what he did. He got paid very well but tended to waste it away on gambling. He would often come home drunk and fight with his wife. Zoe would just go to one of many rooms in the house and block out all of the noise. She wrote a lot of music. She could play the piano and guitar fairly well. She was only 16. She had always kept to herself even as a kid. She rarely even talked to her parents. Her father spoiled her rotted. If she wanted something she got in not even a second later. It would be in her hands no questions asked. Her parents never punished her because they never had reason to.
On this particular day of school, the first day of the 10th grade in her case. She got up a little later then usual and rushed to school. She drove herself to school in a blue viper with a spoiler and her name painted on the side of the car. Most students stared at her as she got out of her car, She walked into the school building and went to her locker to grab her books then head for her first class.
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On this particular day of school, the first day of the 10th grade in her case. She got up a little later then usual and rushed to school. She drove herself to school in a blue viper with a spoiler and her name painted on the side of the car. Most students stared at her as she got out of her car, She walked into the school building and went to her locker to grab her books then head for her first class.
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Confessions of a Mafia Contract Killer
Since I was a kid I always felt like an outsider, like I didn't belong, and now because of these things I did, I was really feeling that way again. But from another angle, for the most part, it didn't bother me....I got used to it. But why....why, I wonder, am I like this? I mean so cold, so indifferent to people's feelings. Their pain, was I born like this, or was I made this way?
I thought about seeing a psychiatrist, seeing is I could get, you know, some help, maybe some medication, but of course I couldn't do that. I mean what would I say to a shrink, I torture and kill people for money and I like my work? I don't think so.
Most everyone in the world had heard the saying you can't judge a book by its cover. Well most people never encounter a situation where they judge someone and turn out to be horribly wrong. That's how things normally were with Sam. No one would expect someone as beautiful and with a innocent face to be so lethal.Sam was defiantly dangerous though most wouldn't know that unless they were involved with The Mob or some sort of a gang or a group of people somehow related to the Mafia. Sam had a long contract with the Mafia since she was about 15.
Sam had it pretty hard growing up. The constant physical abuse from her father and mental abuse from her mother. There was no way she could win she was messed up in the head to have a normal life. Her father was a constant drunk and her mother constantly nagged him which only made the beatings worse. When she was around the age of eight her father walked out on them. That drove her mother insane. Her mother to her had become more like cancer. She slowly killed what ever was around her. With the lack of money her mother and her had to move to the worse part of town. Her mother began working two jobs just to support the two of them. Sam was a straight A student though that never seemed to please her mother. The kids in the neighborhood despised her without even getting to know her. Many times they would pick on her and throw things at her. They picked on her nonstop. She couldn't stand it. When she turned thirteen she finally put her foot down. She was walking down the street when a few girls had come up to her and started to push her around. They had broken Sam's brand new necklace which she paid for all by her self. That made her mad, more mad then she had ever been. They had struck her last nerve and someone was going to pay. The leader of the group of the girls was the one that paid the most. Sam hit hard for someone who had never been in a fight, she didn't want to stop and each hit didn't feel like she was hitting her hard enough so she hit her harder and harder. At the sight of blood on her knuckles she finally stopped. The girls had stopped messing with her along with everyone else. Word seemed to travel fast. Sam soon began to like the adrenalin that she got from fighting and started fighting more often. She picked fights with people three times her size. She had her wins and loses. The most power mob family soon heard about her but wanted to wait till she got much older.
One night she had come home a little late and walked in on her mother and the land lord on the couch in the living room having intercourse. She was pissed and left. The next day when she returned she packed her bags. Her mother threatened her as she packed and finally hit her to get her attention. Sam grabbed her wrist and with her other hand balled into a fist, punched her mother dead in the face. Her mother grabbed a skillet from the kitchen and was out the door. It was only a few days before her 15th birthday. Sam had began carrying a knife with her the year before. That night as she walked the streets by herself a man had noticed her and tried to have his way with her. That was when she had first killed someone. Lucky for her a member a the Foulconi family, the most powerful mob family, had seen what had happened. He had taken her to the leader of the family and had told him what had happened. They soon realized who she was and offered her a job and a place to live. She was interested. She would get paid for fighting and possibly killing. Her career soon started.
Now at the age of 18 she had killed many, far over 60 people died at her hand in three years. She had it all and the best part was she worked for it. She had a temper though and those who knew of her knew better then to mess with her but every now and then some one would push her to far and get killed.
Sam was just given a new job and she looked forward to it greatly. It was her job to retrieve some money from a man who had owed the leader of the Foulconi family. It was a fairly small amount of 70g's. It was her job to make sure he had the money and once it was in her possession it was her job to make an example out of him and be sure he suffered. She studied the man for several days before making a move. He was a very wealthy man with a large family and couldn't understand why he just wouldn't pay his debt.The night that she decided she would retrieve the money his wife and two kids had left. He had a older son and a young daughter. She easily sneaked her way into his house and as he sat there on his couch watching a old family movie she made her way to him. She calmly sat next to him and did not make eye contact. "You owe someone some money and he wants it now." She said in a very calm tone. The man looked a little surprise by the young girl sitting on his couch and didn't believe that the Foulconi family would send someone like her to do the job. "Well do you have the money or not." She said in a little harsher tone. "How do I know you work for the Foulconi family, how do I know that your not just someone trying to scam me?" He asked looking at her serious expression. "Now why in your right mind would you think I would try to scam you know answer my question do you have the money or not?" She repeated. The man sighed, "Yes I have the money but I have no reason to pay it, if I am to pay my debt I'm going to pay it in person." He said turning his attention to the tv. Sam stealthily pulled out her favorite knife and stood. She leaned against the couch with the knife pressed against his throat and her other hand resting against one of his shoulders. "Maybe you'll rethink that last statement, He would like his money tonight." The man was astonished by how abrupt she was. "I'll give you the money." He said in a panic. She backed away slightly as he stood and walked to his safe. He took out the money. Sam made him count it to make sure it was all there. When he finished and handed it to her she put the knife away. "Nice doing business with you." She said turning and walking towards the door. "Oh by the way this is for you." She said turning and pulling out her .38 and shot him directly in the head between the eyes. She smiled as the body hit the floor and the light in his eyes left. She returned to the Foulconi family and gave him his money. She had already had another job to do. She was going to wait till morning before even thinking about it.
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I thought about seeing a psychiatrist, seeing is I could get, you know, some help, maybe some medication, but of course I couldn't do that. I mean what would I say to a shrink, I torture and kill people for money and I like my work? I don't think so.
Most everyone in the world had heard the saying you can't judge a book by its cover. Well most people never encounter a situation where they judge someone and turn out to be horribly wrong. That's how things normally were with Sam. No one would expect someone as beautiful and with a innocent face to be so lethal.Sam was defiantly dangerous though most wouldn't know that unless they were involved with The Mob or some sort of a gang or a group of people somehow related to the Mafia. Sam had a long contract with the Mafia since she was about 15.
Sam had it pretty hard growing up. The constant physical abuse from her father and mental abuse from her mother. There was no way she could win she was messed up in the head to have a normal life. Her father was a constant drunk and her mother constantly nagged him which only made the beatings worse. When she was around the age of eight her father walked out on them. That drove her mother insane. Her mother to her had become more like cancer. She slowly killed what ever was around her. With the lack of money her mother and her had to move to the worse part of town. Her mother began working two jobs just to support the two of them. Sam was a straight A student though that never seemed to please her mother. The kids in the neighborhood despised her without even getting to know her. Many times they would pick on her and throw things at her. They picked on her nonstop. She couldn't stand it. When she turned thirteen she finally put her foot down. She was walking down the street when a few girls had come up to her and started to push her around. They had broken Sam's brand new necklace which she paid for all by her self. That made her mad, more mad then she had ever been. They had struck her last nerve and someone was going to pay. The leader of the group of the girls was the one that paid the most. Sam hit hard for someone who had never been in a fight, she didn't want to stop and each hit didn't feel like she was hitting her hard enough so she hit her harder and harder. At the sight of blood on her knuckles she finally stopped. The girls had stopped messing with her along with everyone else. Word seemed to travel fast. Sam soon began to like the adrenalin that she got from fighting and started fighting more often. She picked fights with people three times her size. She had her wins and loses. The most power mob family soon heard about her but wanted to wait till she got much older.
One night she had come home a little late and walked in on her mother and the land lord on the couch in the living room having intercourse. She was pissed and left. The next day when she returned she packed her bags. Her mother threatened her as she packed and finally hit her to get her attention. Sam grabbed her wrist and with her other hand balled into a fist, punched her mother dead in the face. Her mother grabbed a skillet from the kitchen and was out the door. It was only a few days before her 15th birthday. Sam had began carrying a knife with her the year before. That night as she walked the streets by herself a man had noticed her and tried to have his way with her. That was when she had first killed someone. Lucky for her a member a the Foulconi family, the most powerful mob family, had seen what had happened. He had taken her to the leader of the family and had told him what had happened. They soon realized who she was and offered her a job and a place to live. She was interested. She would get paid for fighting and possibly killing. Her career soon started.
Now at the age of 18 she had killed many, far over 60 people died at her hand in three years. She had it all and the best part was she worked for it. She had a temper though and those who knew of her knew better then to mess with her but every now and then some one would push her to far and get killed.
Sam was just given a new job and she looked forward to it greatly. It was her job to retrieve some money from a man who had owed the leader of the Foulconi family. It was a fairly small amount of 70g's. It was her job to make sure he had the money and once it was in her possession it was her job to make an example out of him and be sure he suffered. She studied the man for several days before making a move. He was a very wealthy man with a large family and couldn't understand why he just wouldn't pay his debt.The night that she decided she would retrieve the money his wife and two kids had left. He had a older son and a young daughter. She easily sneaked her way into his house and as he sat there on his couch watching a old family movie she made her way to him. She calmly sat next to him and did not make eye contact. "You owe someone some money and he wants it now." She said in a very calm tone. The man looked a little surprise by the young girl sitting on his couch and didn't believe that the Foulconi family would send someone like her to do the job. "Well do you have the money or not." She said in a little harsher tone. "How do I know you work for the Foulconi family, how do I know that your not just someone trying to scam me?" He asked looking at her serious expression. "Now why in your right mind would you think I would try to scam you know answer my question do you have the money or not?" She repeated. The man sighed, "Yes I have the money but I have no reason to pay it, if I am to pay my debt I'm going to pay it in person." He said turning his attention to the tv. Sam stealthily pulled out her favorite knife and stood. She leaned against the couch with the knife pressed against his throat and her other hand resting against one of his shoulders. "Maybe you'll rethink that last statement, He would like his money tonight." The man was astonished by how abrupt she was. "I'll give you the money." He said in a panic. She backed away slightly as he stood and walked to his safe. He took out the money. Sam made him count it to make sure it was all there. When he finished and handed it to her she put the knife away. "Nice doing business with you." She said turning and walking towards the door. "Oh by the way this is for you." She said turning and pulling out her .38 and shot him directly in the head between the eyes. She smiled as the body hit the floor and the light in his eyes left. She returned to the Foulconi family and gave him his money. She had already had another job to do. She was going to wait till morning before even thinking about it.
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