In my experience, people usually do one of four things when they're about to die.

Cry, grovel, and beg for their lives to be spared.

I usually see this in politicians, pimps, and petty criminals. These are the type of people who think that just because they're rich, they're untouchable. They'll usually try to bribe you, and it's amazing to see what people will give up for their pathetic lives to be spared. Money, mansions, hell, I even got offered someone's daughter once. They'd give up anything in order to avoid their untimely demise.

2. Spew out vulgar insults.

Mafia Dons, Cartel leaders, and any other hot-tempered asshole with a God complex usually resort to this. Even in the face of death, they refuse to acknowledge that they lost. I never quite understood the logic of insulting the person who's holding a gun against your temple, but to each their own.

3. Become emotionless and accept their fate.

This reaction always intrigues me. If anything, I respect them a bit more seeing how they so gracefully welcome their death with open arms. But this usually only happens with trained killers, assassins, any one who has become physically numb to their own existence.

4. Shit themselves.

Yeah, unfortunately for me, that's a thing.

"Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It has been twenty-six years since my last confession." I said as I crossed my legs. The booth was dim, and the only light came from underneath the crack of the confessional door. The smell of wood filled my senses, and the dark, small area creaked as I adjusted in my seat. To the left of me was a mesh screen, blocking the face of the pastor who sat in the booth next to me.

Churches have always made me uneasy. I wasn't sure if it was the whole "you're damned to hell for your sins" thing, or the vulnerability of confessing everything you've done wrong to a person you've never met while they're hiding behind a screen. Most likely the latter. If I were to share the sins I've committed, I'd probably give that person enough trauma to last a few lifetimes.

"Twenty-six years is quite some time." He said, his raspy voice sounding as if he spent most of his life smoking packs of cigarettes.

"Better late than never." I said as I lifted my chin up.

"Tell me your sins, child. The Lord forgives all of his children." He said plainly.

"I don't know about that one. I've been pretty bad. It's kinda fucked really." I began. I pushed the slit of my dress to the side, revealing the holster wrapped around my thigh. I quickly and quietly grabbed my Glock, gracefully sliding it out of its holster. The sleek metal shined slightly as a glimmer of light reflected off of it. I usually hated dresses, they were impractical, hard to kill in. But I needed to look unassuming, innocent, and most importantly, I needed to get my favorite Glock into a church undetected.

"What sins have you committed?" He asked patiently.

What sins haven't I committed would have been the better question.

"Well for starters, I've killed eighteen people this month." I said as I pressed my thumb against the silencer attached to the tip of my gun.

"This month?" The pastor said as he looked down for a moment. "It's only the seventh..." He said under his breath in disbelief.

"Yeah." I said nonchalantly as I shrugged slightly before exhaling. "It's been a very slow month."

Silence stretched between us as a faint smile stretched across my lips in amusement.

"But last month," I said as I looked up and shook my head. "Now that was a good month. I think I killed around... maybe sixty people? I'm not sure. I stopped counting at around forty." I said with a shrug.

I heard the pastor's shaky breaths from the other side of the screen.

"And some of these deaths were just... gruesome really. I really outdid myself with some of them." I said as I nodded slightly, looking down at the gun resting in my hands. "Tortured most of them, some of them I left them to die a slow, painful death. But... I'm not that bad, really, I promise." I said as I tilted my head. "Some of them I ended quicky, as painless as possible."

"W-Why? Why did you kill all of those innocent people?" The pastor asked nervously. His voice shook with every word. I couldn't help the scoff that left my lips.

"Because, pastor, these men and women weren't innocent. Far from it." I said as my eyebrows furrowed.

"But then again..." I began. "It isn't my job to judge who's innocent or guilty. It's just my job to make sure they die." I said with a shrug. I could have sworn I heard a small whimper from the other side of the screen.

"I'll be honest with you," I began. Why not? He's going to die anyway. "I wish I could say I felt bad... remorseful. But what kind of person would lie in a confessional." I said as I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head. The honesty made me feel vulnerable, weak. It was a strange feeling, and I felt instant regret the moment those words left my lips.

"Now, enough about me. Tell me father, what are your sins?" I asked as I held the gun in my hand. I flicked my wrist slightly, aiming it directly at the pastor's shadow.

"W-w-what do you mean?" He stuttered. I could tell his breathing was uneasy from the way his shadow moved.

"Well, you must have done something if they sent me after you." I said as I raised an eyebrow curiously. "My services aren't cheap, you know."

"Please... I-I haven't done anything." He said frantically, making me sigh.

"That's what they all say, but I find that most of the time they know what they've done. And you really shouldn't lie in a confessional, pastor. That's quite hypocritical of you." I said as I raised my eyebrow and rested my chin on my hand.

"Please, don't do this. I'll-I'll give you anything you want. Just name your pri-." He said with a shaky voice.

Before he had a chance to utter another word, I quickly pulled the trigger. Blood sprayed across the mesh that separated us as I let out a sigh.

Hm. Just as I thought, he was a beggar.

I stood up and straightened out my dress before I grabbed the handle of the wooden door and slid it open.

Unsurprisingly, all of the patrons of the church were on their feet and running towards the small booth, weapons in hand.

What kind of fucked up church is this?

I quickly shot a man running down the aisle, hitting my mark right between his eyes. I quickly moved my gun to the right and shot a woman in the head before I heard movement to my right of me.

I quickly ducked just as a large man threw a punch aimed directly towards my head. As I ducked, I shot one of his kneecaps, making him fall to the floor before shooting him in the head with my other gun.

Another man was coming towards me from my left, and I bent my arm and shot him in the chest before pivoting on my feet and standing behind him. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pressed my arm against his back, holding him up as I started stepping backward.

A handful of men and women were standing in the wooden rows, firing their weapons at me. I held the man up as I began shooting them down, gracefully hitting them between the eyes with each shot.

After all the threats were neutralized from the seats surrounding the center aisle, I pressed the gun against my human shield's head and pulled the trigger.

As his lifeless body fell to the floor, I heard footsteps approaching me from both sides. I turned to see a man and a woman sprinting towards me. I looked to my left and quickly crossed my arms, blocking a kick aimed for my face.

Just as I blocked the woman's kick, I bent down to avoid a punch thrown from the man to my right. The woman quickly spun on her heel, attempting to launch another kick towards my torso. I caught her leg in my hand before pointing my gun at her chest. I pulled the trigger, shooting her twice: one bullet for her abdomen, and another for her heart.

I ducked once more, avoiding another jab aimed at me while still holding onto the woman's leg. I turned, pushing my hips into her thigh as I spun, causing her body to go flying towards the man to my right.

As their bodies collided, he fell to the floor and landed on his knees. I quickly used the gun in my left hand to shoot him in the face.

As bullets echoed throughout the church, I quickly rolled towards the wall beside me effectively dodging the bullets raining down on me. I pressed my back against the wall, listening as they emptied their clips. I looked up, and saw the two men from the door shooting at me from the altar located in the center of the church.

I calmly checked my ammo as they continued to fire at me, and rolled my eyes as I saw that I was low. Once their firing stopped, I quickly rolled out from the side of my makeshift cover and shot one of them in the face. As I neared the other man. I quickly kicked the gun out of his hands, causing it to slide across the floor.

The massive man quickly pulled out a knife and lunged towards me. I side stepped him and pulled his arm down roughly, causing his torso to lean forward. I then grabbed the back of his head and slammed it down onto the altar before elbowing him in the skull.

With my other hand, I managed to grab the knife from him. I spun it in my hand quickly before stabbing him in the neck, causing blood to spew all over my clothes, face, and the bible underneath him.

I steadied my breathing as I looked around the church. I laid my eyes upon a man running down the center alter towards the exit. He was running sporadically, nearly tripping over his own feet as he attempted to escape the facility.

"Coward." I breathed before I grabbed the knife from the man's neck in front of me and threw it towards him. I watched as the knife hit the back of the man's skull, causing him to quickly fall to his knees before his lifeless body collapsed.

I bent down and grabbed a gun that was on the floor beside me before checking the clip, feeling satisfied once I saw the clip was full. I loaded the gun as I stood up and placed it in my clutch.

My gaze settled on my reflection in a large cup of holy water on the altar. My tan skin was covered in blood, contrasting with my brown eyes. My long black hair was disarrayed, and my once neatly tied ponytail was now loose and messy.

I dipped my hand in the holy water, grateful that it didn't burn my skin due to the duplicitous acts I've committed. I brought my wet hand up to my face, attempting to clean off the blood from my skin. I cupped the water with both hands, splashing my face and tainting the holy water with blood, watching as the clear water quickly turned crimson. Once most of the blood was washed off, I shook my hands slightly in an attempt to dry them. I quickly tidied up my hair, throwing it back into a neat ponytail before I grabbed my phone out of my clutch and walked towards the exit.

I quickly dialed the all too familiar number, listening as it rang twice before the line was picked up.

"Thank you for calling First Class AutoCare, where we're happy to talk to you about your car's extended warranty. Please stay on the line to speak to one of our representatives." The chipper voice spoke from the other line.

"Agent Mila Cruz. Class S. Identification number 32481" I said as I pressed the phone against my shoulder while grabbing a large, lit candle with my free hand. The line went silent as the voice recognition software began scanning.

"This is Corporate. How may I assist you Ms. Cruz?" The operator spoke in a more serious, almost robotic tone.

"Confirming assassination of the target. Kill Order #8173." I said as I began to walk towards the exit of the cathedral. I looked down to see the man who I threw the knife at slowly crawling towards the door. I stopped walking next to him before I reached into my clutch and quickly pulled out my handgun.

"Thank you for your confirmation. According to the Kill Order, this buyer wanted this mission to be done quietly, noting that the assassination of the target should not attract any unnecessary attention. Was done quietly, Ms. Cruz?" The voice asked seriously over the line. I looked over my shoulder before my eyes scanned the dead bodies scattered throughout the church.

"Yeah, very quietly." I said before I shot the man in the head, making sure he was dead this time before I put my gun back into my clutch and began walking over to a table with paper brochures scattered amongst the surface. I grabbed a brochure and tilted it over the flame of the candle, waiting as the flame began to catch.

"Starting the transfer now, please stay on the line and give me confirmation once you receive your payment." The operator said. I took the brochure in my hand and dropped it on the nearest wooden bench.

I threw more brochures onto the fire as I watched the flame slowly begin to spread and grow across the church. Smoke started to fill the room, and I quickly turned on my heel towards the exit.

I began walking away, descending the grand staircase that led to the entrance of the cathedral as smoke began to fill the air. I grabbed my phone and checked the new notification:

Wire transfer received: $500,000

"Funds received," I said before I hung up the line. I quickly shoved my hands into my pocket as I walked further away from the church and crossed the street into the busy plaza, ignoring the massive explosion and screams that filled the air behind me.