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	The man rushed into the room, quickly closing the door behind him. He looked around him, and saw that the room was seemingly empty. The light in the room came from a single uncovered light bulb with a small chain dangling from it, and it did not give off enough light for the man to see most of the room clearly. Assuming that he was safe, he walked over to a wall and put his head in his hands. He sat there for a bit, catching his breath and trying to think through what felt like his brain turning to liquid. “Is he gone? Will he find me?” the man whispered to himself. He checked his pocket, and was relieved to find that the disk was still there. Then he heard the footsteps, but to him it was not a man coming to him but death itself. He put his head to the wall and focused his tear stained eyes on the door, “I am already dead, there’s no use fighting it” he thought. The door swung open and the vamp came through, he quickly walked to the cowering man, put his leg up, and smashed in the man's head with his foot.

	“That took longer than I expected it to, you were almost late” the Oscar said to the vamp, who’s name wasn’t vamp but instead Brandon, nonchalantly as Brandon sat down in a cheap worn down chair, “anyway, what did you bring for lunch?” Brandon slumped down in his chair and turned to Oscar “you know I don't eat lunch” he murmured “and yeah I have to agree with you, even when I was given the assignment I was told it would be quick and easy” Oscar shrugged and went back to absentmindedly eating his lunch and staring at the old oversized tv on the cart in front of the simple metal table he was eating on. Brandon sat and contemplated his life for the fifth time that day, regretting things he had said earlier that the people involved had already forgotten about. He thought about people he knew, and he went person by person convincing himself that the person was didn’t want anything to do with him anymore, and that he was alone. A small part of him knew this wasn’t completely true and he no reason to think about these things, but he wasn’t sure if it was the truth he knew or what he considered idiotic optimism.

Suddenly he shook his head, and tried to focus his mind on the present. He watched the end of the movie that was play on the tv, occasionally glancing at the clock to check if his break was over. The film was a generic action movie, some big tough hero was saving the day and stopping the bad guys. Brandon laughed to himself, given what he did for a living he could easily be the villain of a movie, that entertaining thought slowly turned to a unwelcome conclusion. Brandon almost admitted to himself that what he did was wrong, but before he could finalize the thought he quickly shifted his attention back to movie so he wouldn’t have to deal with the unappealing truth. He watched the hero of the movie put his plan together to defeat the antagonist, but was surprised when the movie ended with an unsatisfying twist, the entire movie has been a daydream of the protagonist. “Now that's just dumb, why couldn’t it just have had a normal boring ending” Brandon complained, “not every story has a nice ending where everything's wrapped up and perfect, it’s not like that in real life either” Oscar explained :”Doesn’t really matter anyway because our break is over”.

	Oscar threw away his trash, and he and brandon walked out of the room. The went down the narrow hallway, ignoring the windows they passed. Brandon had learned to never look through the windows on his first day. On that day he was scared and cautious, he knew exactly he was working for and didn’t like it. He was being shown around the building by Oscar, and on their way to the break room he looked through the windows in the hallway. Through them he saw something that was not right, something horrible. The organization he worked for didn’t have a name, it didn’t need one because no one knew it existed. As for what the organization did, they kidnapped homeless people, loners, and undesirables and drained their blood until they were near death, after that they simply waited until the victims had enough blood again and repeated the process. The organization sold the blood they stole to hospitals that desperately needed it.

That is what Brandon saw through the window, if he didn’t need to money he would never come near these people. He wanted to call the police, or tell someone, anyone. No one cared, people knew exactly what was happening, but all they saw was those useless to society finding a use. Everyone acted as if the victims weren’t even the same species as them, they were not human and they didn’t matter. All of this troubled Brandon, he felt that he should just be normal and go along with everyone else. He would be happier that way, all he wanted was to think like a normal person and live a normal life, not his sad existence. Everything felt somewhat surreal to him, almost like nothing really was happening. He hated that feeling, he hated himself, he hated the way he was, the way he thought, and he hated his job.

Oscar reached the end of the hallway first and opened the door that led into the office of his boss, Brandon followed close behind him and entered the room. Brandon looked over the room he was in, it had faded brown paint, no windows, and contained nothing but a plain wooden desk with a filing cabinet next to it. At the desk sat the reason he had entered the room, “what do I do next?” Brandon asked. “Well you’ll be able to leave a bit early today seeing as your last assignment cut into your break, but until then I need you to go with Oscar when he goes to get some new people and make sure nothing happens.” Brandon sighed, “alright, I guess I’ll just go home right after we finish.”

Oscar started the car, and started to drive. Brandon shifted in his seat. He wanted to say something, to have some sort of interaction, but to him it was almost impossible to start talking to people. He hoped that Oscar would say something so he wouldn’t have to go back to thinking if he existed to people when he wasn’t there, but Oscar said nothing. The drive was short, and Brandon stepped out of the car. He watched Oscar approach a man who had obviously been living next to a dumpster in the alley for at least a year, Oscar pinned the man to the ground the inject him with a sedative. After keeping the man on the ground for a minute or two, Oscar picked up the man without resistance and put him in the trunk of the car. Oscar pushed the trunk closed, and walked back to the front of the car. Brandon had watched all of this is complete shock, the man they had just abducted looked exactly like him, or at least he did to Brandon. Oscar didn’t seem to notice it and said impatiently “are you coming?” Brandon did not respond but instead thought to the man, he couldn’t decide if what he saw was real or not, but what he did know was that everything about his life was a lie he told himself. He wasn’t a real person, just a waste of a human just moving forward one day at a time with no purpose. He finally made a decision, he was done, done with everything. He did not belong on this earth, he was as much of a faceless nameless nonperson as the man they abducted. Brandon walked to the car, pulled out his gun, and a second later he was no longer alive.