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I sat on top of a large building in New York City, scoping out the building in front of me. There was a man who needed to be killed tonight. I've been tracking him for months, getting ready for my most painful assassination yet.

He was an elusive billionaire that I worked for a while back. He used me for his pleasure—something I don't tolerate whatsoever from anyone or anything.

Especially men who are dirty scoundrels.

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I blasted my gun and out rained large droplets of poison. It was aimed at the billionaire. He felt the droplets on his head, and soon his skin was melting onto the concrete. Everyone around him was mortified. People were screaming in horror and fear. He was disgusting.

I smiled at it. How perfectly my poison worked. The man called me poisonous. So I showed him how poisonous I could be. He should have just treated me nicely, and this would never have happened to him.

Levitating down there, I continued to smile. Most of his skin was gone, but I made sure he could still hear and see me just fine. Excellent.

"Well, it seems I have become more than just a slave for you to use in bed, sir. You drank from the cup of lust, not knowing that it was poisoned from the start."

He spat at me, but I took a step back. He wasn't going to underestimate me anymore. I got into his mind and started tearing it apart, causing him horrible pain to go along with his body melting.

"I'm the monster who has been trying to kill you for years. And now I've done it."

Quickly the job was done, and I left. I heard the police coming, so I smirked and waited for them to arrive. Once they found me, they pulled out their guns and told me to put my hands up.

As if that was ever going to happen.

I threw out my hands and pushed the officers into each other. Then I moved a long piece of metal and skewered all of them together. They, and everyone else around them, screamed.

I moved the police cars and hit multiple people crushing them to death. I used glass from nearby buildings to slice everyone who was still there. Bodies dropped all around me. I loved it so much.

My job was now done, and I killed quite a few people. How wonderful.

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I got back home; everything felt right. My poison worked, and my abilities did what needed to be done correctly. All in all, everything was the way I wanted it to be. Which is the way it always is. Because it's me, and I am better than everyone in my field of work. However, there are few in my area of work now. I've killed most of them.

No one knew me, and that's how I wanted it to be. Soon, however, everyone would know my name.

Nightmare