Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

I'm a mover. They ask me to move things, and I move them. It's a lotta work. And a lotta of money. It was good. And one night, in Sound Beach, moving a shipment of unstamped booze, I found out why.

Jimmy and me were putting the last of the booze in the truck. Of course, like Jimmy, he just kept talking the whole god damn time.

"...So this girl, she moves like a snake, you know what I mean? Like a hungry snake. I'll set you up with her, Williams. You got the stamina for it, you'll like--"

That's when a hole appeared in the middle of Jimmy's forehead. He fell, and then five more followed suit. I looked around and on the building across from us, I saw him.

The Hunter.

He was real. Oh man, he was real. I sprinted like my ass was on fire. Good thing too. Anyone behind me just got blown away. And in that moment, I believed everything they said about him. A ghost, a monster, a psycho, whatever-- and he did kill guys like me. No warnings, no jokes, no fighting. Just bam.

I looked behind me, and out of the twenty guys we started with, only Jack and me were still alive. That was until Jack toppled over too. I was the only one left. He was after me. After anyone with even a touch of the mob. He was relentless, he never stopped. nobody could hide, nobody could escape him. That's why I'm recording this, so that when he finds me, my story will get out as a warning, as a-- Oh god. Please no! It was a mistake! I'll reform! Please god, say something, say anything!

"Don't take it personally. Your bad and have to die. Sorry."

BANG!