18th May 2025
Zurich, Switzerland
I have been a mercenary all my life. I have always worked as a hired assassin, taking out targets for classified clients. That was my job for about 9 years. 42 successful missions is something to brag about but when you live by the sword, you also die by the sword.
We were a team of four, when we worked as a unit we were unstoppable. I was their leader, along with Ashley, Mac and Aiden. We took out our victims with precision and left no trace. With 42 successful missions, the demand for our services was ever increasing. But on our trip to Botswana everything changed, first we lost Mac. Big Mac as we used to call him because he was the tallest among us, about 6’6. When he was killed we decided that we would carry on as a 3 piece unit. But little did we know that the next mission would be our last. On the next mission I lost my entire team, only I survived, like a punchline to some bad joke!
It’s been 3 years since Ashley, Mac and Aiden had been killed. After they died, I decided to vanish and went into solitary confinement in a mental asylum. Since that day I have never lived a normal life. I keep having nightmares and hallucinations of dead people. The gory images of the decapitated bodies of the ones who were part of my team made me sick to the stomach.
We were on the second mission in Botswana where we had to rescue a few children who were kidnapped by a bunch of rebels. The intel we received was incorrect and we could not completely judge the situation. We had taken out a few rebels but there were more than we expected. In a few minutes we were ambushed. One of them grabbed Aiden from the back and severed his head. Ashley who was my best friend ran into trap. She tried to rescue a child but didn’t realize that he was strapped with a bomb. The bomb exploded decapitating her body. When I reached them I saw Ashley’s internals strewn all over the ground and she was screaming in pain.
I wanted to rescue her but I knew she was beyond saving. I froze not knowing what to do. She kept screaming at me asking me to shoot her because the pain was unbearable. I took out my 9mm and with tears in my eyes fired two shots into her. I managed to escape and since then I have severed all contacts with the outside world. For the last 3 years, I keep hearing Ashley’s screams in my ears. The last fortnight I have been having constant nightmares. It just too much to bear! I can’t take it anymore! The pills I take are not doing me any good. I need a release! That’s why I am doing this….I have slashed my wrists and I am losing blood.
By the time someone reads this I would be dead. I can already see the angel of death in my room stretching his hand towards me. I need to go! Please excuse all the blood and tears!!
-Gunner