My first “Contract” or whatever you call these new jobs was in a very interesting space. I was seemingly teleported there so I didn’t have a chance to bring any of my cars, not that I think they would have helped much. Still, I don’t know what other jobs will have in store so it’s probably best to be prepared for anything. Not that I really need an excuse to pick up new vehicles.

            I think I’ll pick up a boat, something fast. That way if I must get somewhere by water, I’ll be ready. I drove a boat once for a job before. I did some practice before that so I’m sure I’ll still remember how. Still, I’ll have to practice some to get back up to speed. I’ve been meaning to get a boat anyways.

            If we must go off road somewhere I certainly don’t want to have to go on foot. I’m going to pick up a nice new ATV. A nice big one with a powerful engine, high torque, something that will really be all terrain.

            A helicopter would be useful for any job where I can’t use one of my other vehicles. I’ve never flown one before, but it shouldn’t be too hard. I’m sure it’s just like a plan or a zeppelin. Nothing I can’t pick up over a week. That should help make sure I’m ready for my next job.

            I’ll pick up a Bugatti while I’m at it. Treat yourself and all that.

            Another one down. I think I’m starting to get the hang of this new gig economy. The powers are undeniable, and I plan on continuing to accept these jobs for as long as I can continue to get powers from them. The newest power I’ve cultivated is very handy, it would have been indispensable if I was still following my earlier career path.

            Nowadays I don’t have much day to day use for it since I’ve gone clean. It should prove indispensable to me on future jobs though. It can break down many obstacles and help me grab a vehicle in a pinch.

            In the meantime, I can’t help myself but to add a few new vehicles to my personal fleet. I’ve gone far to long with only a single supercar, it’s about time I added a Ferrari to my collection. I’ll keep it on hand for the time’s my Bugatti isn’t quite the best fit. I think I’ll pick up a little plane too, something I can hang on too in case I need to fly somewhere. Something light and fast.

            Speaking of cars, I managed to barter one off in a deal on my last contract. Another contractor helped me out there and I hooked him up with his dream car. The poor sod was surprised at what I was able to acquire for him. Any car he could think of, he still hasn’t told me what exact model he wants but I’ll be sure to get it too him as soon as he lets me know.

            Monsters are real. I've got to get that through my head. I’ve ran into them on most of the jobs I’ve been on now and I’ve freaked out and fucked up every time I’ve seen one. It really fucking rocked me to my core seeing those weird spirit, ghost, phantom, monster things under that church. It forced me to reevaluate my whole concept of life and of the world. Sure it shook things up when I first got invited to these sick games but, JESUS CHRIST, seeing the things I’ve seen. That really fucks with a guy.

            I’ve got to get over that though. I’ve got to get it through my thick, dumb, depressed, stupid ass head. Monsters are real. I can’t freak out next time I see one. I have to stay focused on the mission on the goal. Accept the monster and focus on the objective.

            Humans have existed for hundreds or millions of years or whatever. I’m sure these monsters aren’t a new thing. If human’s have survived for that long with monsters around, I’m sure I can live to at least thirty with these monsters running around. I can probably live longer with the help of humanity. I feel like I’ve got to take people more seriously. It’s us against the monsters, I can’t lightly take someone’s life for personal gain.

            I know that monsters are real now. I know that they exist, that sure doesn’t do much to make me feel better. I’m going to get over my inability to deal with monsters. I definitely can’t go to a fucking therapist or anything for this. I’ll have to work through it myself. I’m going to spend the next month exposing myself to all kinds of monster. Exposure therapy I think it’s called.

            I’m going to binge every monster movie I can find. I’m going to search the web for every shady “monster sighting” video I can find, every internet creepy pasta I can scrounge up. It’s going to be unsettling as fuck but I’m going to do it. I need to be ready for my next job and I need to not freeze in the face of whatever ugly fucking beast we run into next.

            Vampires are disgusting putrid and vile creatures. It sickens me what they do to us humans. Just knowing that there are more vampires out there, feasting on and harvesting us like cattle. It makes me sick; it makes me furious. I can’t let them do that.

            I’ve finally found out what to do with my powers. When I first took these jobs, I did it for the rush. For the adrenaline. I didn’t need a reason to use my powers, they where a means to keep doing the jobs keeping getting that high. Then sold my soul to the devil. I lost my adrenaline, but I still kept coming on the jobs. Not for some greater purpose, not because I enjoyed it, not even for the power I gained. Just because I had nothing else to do. I was depressed and the jobs added excitement back to my life. I didn’t care about the risks, I had nothing to live for.

            That’s changed now. I know what I must do. I must root out the rotten underbelly of the world. I must use these power’s I’ve been gifted to run down the monsters who prey on the weak and helpless. I need to keep going on these jobs and collect more power, so that I may use it to destroy the wretched abominations of the world.

            All you that hide in the shadows beware, fore’ I am coming to run you down. The glow of my headlights shall usher you to the end of the tunnel.

            The congregation sat on the edge of their seats. The preacher before delivering a rousing sermon. The masses where engrossed enough in there listening to not give much notice to Mikey as he entered the building. His signature racing jacket and cross adorned bro-tank mismatched with everyone else’s Sunday best. Mikey took a seat in the back, just next to the door. He leaned back in his seat, the music playing in his air pods drowning out the preacher’s words.

            Mikey waited patiently as the people filed out of the church. Ignoring their judgmental glances and tapping his foot to the beat only he could hear. As the final visitors made there way out of the church Mikey stood up stretching out his shoulders and making his way towards the front.

            Mikey pulled a wad of large denomination bills from his jacket pocket. Dropping them into the church’s collections. His air pods continued to play music as he continued to approach the preacher.

            “Michael, so great to see you again.” The preacher smiled. His eyes drifted from the cash onto Mikey’s face.

            “Just Mikey dude.” His voice was casual, disinterested.

            “I take it you’re here for the usual.”

            Mikey said nothing. Just gave a subtle nod in agreeance.

            “I was ready for you this time.” The preacher moved towards the back of the church. “I prepared some ahead of time.” He disappeared behind a door. When he came back a minute later, the preacher carried a jug of water. He sat it down on the bench closest to Mikey.

            “Thank’s dog.” Mikey gave a sly smile as he picked up the holy water and headed for the door.

            “Blessings upon you Mikey.”