I think about the computer in my bag I was about to pull out, but his secrecy intrigued me. Staring back, I exclaim, "Sorry. Guess you'll just have to let me use yours. Unless you're just so good at hacking. Which, I presume, you're not. Otherwise I wouldn't be here. I bet you use Trojan Horse Virus."
Before he could reply, I swiftly swipe his laptop away. As I opened it, I saw he had a password. Thinking fast, I had a hunch that he would keep his password as the one he would use when we were kids. When I typed it in, the computer dinged a sweet "access granted."
"Jean… cutecats123? Are you serious? How can you have such a shitty password and not a cat picture on the desktop with it? Who even are you anymore? That's going to have to change."
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"The Black King? That's a pretentious title for someone who merely kills. What's his M.O.?"
I burn the entire apartment down because ur supposed to pull out the newspaper.
I carefully place the glass into the sink as I attempted to recall his methods. "The Black King," I say with a hint of mockery, "likes to leave this symbol on the ceiling. A chess piece. They always stab the victim's heart, and leave no other traces. How they get into the house, the police don't know - there are no signs of trespassing. My guess is either the killer is invited in, so maybe one of those door seller guys? Or the killer knew their victims. Or, the killer picked a lock and definitely went in through a door. Hmm, what route do you think we should do? Because, of course, the holy-number-one killer is standing right in front of me."
I furrow my brow at Anubis, my attempt to restrain myself from strangling him weakened.
"Just hack into the police reports. I know you want to fuck around, but if we don't take this seriously we could get caught. You don't want to go back to prison again, do you?" I add the last part raising my eyebrow at him, then standing up to go to my room.
"Anyway, I'm going to grab my things. Let me know if I need to grab any special guns or knives. Oh, by the way, the name of the Black King is Levi Blanco. It's not in the article, but I had to check for myself." I enter my room and close the door, walking over to the bag of guns as I scan it for knives. Did I really forget to pack knives? I sigh at myself and walk over to the knives, grabbing a few simple daggers and such, placing them neatly into the bag and zipping it back up.
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Anubis explains the scene of each kill the Black King leaves. He then gives me three possible ways of entering the house.
"Hmm, what route do you think we should do? Because, of course, the holy-number-one killer is standing right in front of me."
I tilt my head back, rolling my eyes at his comment, but refusing to respond to it.
"Depends, are we doing this at night or during the day? I can do a salesman act, but we have to make sure she's home alone at the time of the kill. Don't want anyone else involved. If it's at night, we'll pick the lock, which I can do as well. Is there anyone else that lives with her?"
"The cookies in prison are delicious though," I snickered, installing my hacking software. Jean leaves the room before I can tell him what type of weapon he would need. I sigh a breath of relief, and slump to my usual posture. I knew my skills were equal to Jean, but sometimes I couldn't help but feel like I needed to prove myself to him. I shake off the insecurity, remembering the things I could do.
The software downloads rather quickly, and I rush into hacking the city's police records. Although it is nearly impossible to be able to hack without a trace, I manage to write off any infiltration as a glitch.
"Victim has stab wound, most likely by a kitchen knife, in the heart. Symbol on ceiling points towards usual serial killer, the 'Black King.' Computer and a couple other electronics were stolen. No sign of DNA anywhere inside the home. A fingerprint was found on the front doorknob, however it does not match anybody in the records. Autopsy data has not come. No known witnesses."
I smile at the fingerprint note. An idea pops into my head - what if we somehow took his fingerprints, and frame the infamous killer on our kill?
shut the FUCK up get the FUCK outta here i dont wan a hear it
I rubbed my forehead, thinking about the information in the email. "If we do it in the daytime, we run the risk of her not being home or opening the door. It's better to do it at night, since this client is so sure she is home during those early dawn hours. As for if she lives with anyone, the email doesn't say." I tapped my fingers on the table for a few moments. "I can check her security system and see if anyone other than her seems to be coming in frequently."
My eyes flickered to my bag, which carried my computer. But, there was something I wanted to check on Jean's computer. "I didn't bring my laptop…" I muttered, holding back a smirk.
I grab the bag, the weight rising as the knives clang together. Walking out of the room, I come up from behind Anubis and toss the bag next to him on the couch, grabbing my glass of whiskey and sitting on the chair across from him and taking a sip of the whiskey.
"What did you get?"
Anubis was already sitting like a ten year old, lazing, slouching, his usual immature lack of posture. I roll my eyes at his casualty and lean forward on my chair, resting my elbows on my knees.
"Absolutely not."
Anubis smirks devilishly as I furrow my brow in suspicion at him.
"Really? Anubis, world's best hacker, king of everything technological, didn't bring his laptop?" I huff at him, rolling my eyes.
"Christ, Anubis, just use mine, I guess. I know your smartass is up to something, though. Don't fuck my computer." I mutter, gesturing to the living area.
"It's on the couch."
I jump at Jean's voice.
Totally weird, since I don't get scared anymore. Funny how the tables have turned.
I straighten my back and flip him off. "I saw that eye roll. Anyways," I exclaim, then proceed to tell Jean my findings. "So what do you think? Fingerprint and kitchen knife? We could even put the fingerprint somewhere less noticeable so that it doesn't seem like a framing. Let's add something just slightly crazy though. This feels beyond boring. Hmm," I tap my fingers aggressively on the island. "Ah ha! We take half of the girl's liver, leave bite marks on her, somehow get the Black King to eat the liver without him ever seeing, then stay in this apartment for awhile because it'll be suspicious if you leave right away, and boom! The money is all ours!" My eyes widen with the old murderous look I used to have all the time.
I snatch the whiskey and take a gulp straight from the bottle, then proceed to smirk at Jean.
and a sick sick look cuz i LIKE IT THO
"Don't patronize me," I shook my head, making my way to the couch. I could feel Jean's eyes watching me warily as I brought his slick gray laptop back to the table. Upon opening it, the screen prompted for a password. Perfect. I cracked my knuckles, pretending to think. Before Jean could mention his password, I typed something in. When the computer let me in, I started laughing. "Cutecats123! GG, I can't believe you're still the same person you were 20 years ago. I must say," I said between laughs, "I'm quite disappointed. How can you have such a password and not a cat picture on the desktop with it?"
I proceeded to shut his laptop and take mine out. If looks could kill, Jean's expression would have sent me straight to hell. "Sorry, I don't want to go through downloading shit on your computer."
I'm taken back by his suggestion. His ideas are always too far-fetched and mindless, but I know he has to have a reason. The only reaction I elicit is a raising of one gay eyebrow. I make contact with his maniacal eyes. I inhale deeply as I quickly formulate my question.
"What makes you think that is a good idea?" I inquire calmly, with a demanding undertone. "Listen, Anubis. I know you like to have fun with your murders, but this is risky. How do you plan to pull it off perfectly?" His gulping of my whiskey made me cringe internally, but I tried not to think too much to think about it.
this is cyberbullying
My blood boils as he laughs at my computer, clearly trying to get under my skin.
"first of all i was five 20 years ago so shut the hell ur mouth"
"Fuck you." I mutter, snatching my laptop away from him and putting it away.
Christ, with this kid, it doesn't even matter. I might as well get drunk.
I return to the kitchen and pull out another drink, pouring a glass for myself and returning to where Anubis sat.
"Just do what you need and we'll finish this. The sooner I don't have to deal with you the better."
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"Jean! Listen! When have my ideas ever failed? Even when I got arrested, it was the other dumbass's fault! Not mine! Plus it's fun! I know you secretly enjoy the idea of biting a dead body! I'm kidding, I'm hoping we could get some of the killer's saliva, and also hope he's got a retainer we can replicate. Did you know 75% of kids need braces?" I raise both of my gay eyebrows, hoping to convince Jean I knew what I was doing.
I casually take another swig of whiskey before splashing the rest of it on Jean. "That was risky for me, right? But I know you won't kill me, because I know what I'm doing." I take a bow at my fabulous example, then mentally prepare to start hiding. Note to self, don't mess with murderers for god's sake.
i was exaggerating
"Just do what you need and we'll finish this. The sooner I don't have to deal with you the better," Jean scowled. As the programs began to work their way into Annie's security cameras codes, I sighed and try to ignore his over-the-top drinking. How much was he hurting right now? Knowing Jean, he didn't feel anything really, but maybe it was different this time? I started to question him, but other words came out instead.
"How's Prince?" I murmured, waving Jean over to watch the security clips. Sure enough, Annie wasn't alone. Most nights she brought another man with her. Just another victim, then. I focused on looping the cameras at a certain time while awaiting Jean's response.
I jump back as he splashes the rest of the whiskey onto me, retaliating in anger. Filled with rage, I lunge for Anubis and flick what spilled onto my hand back towards his direction. I grab Anubis' wrist, grip it tight to keep him still and stare him straight in the eye. With calm, but rage tinged words, I mutter to him quickly, without taking a breath in between.
"If you know what you're doing, you'll know that next time you test me like that in my house, you will leave this house with one less limb than you walked in here with."
big yawn
"He's fine, he's under The Russian Blue Cat's care right now." I mutter, sitting next to Anubis to watch the security footage, wondering what Anubis thinks about the man that lives with her. I definitely didn't want to go through extra work if I wasn't getting paid for it, but if Anubis didn't mind killing him, I didn't care. I lift my feet up onto the coffee table and sigh, tilting my head back after taking another sip of the drink.
"So where were you the past few years?"
I muttered, soon realizing I was probably finally getting drunk.
I let him grab my wrist, instead of running away. "Technically, this is an apartment that you'll move out of soon," I smile, untouched by his usual intimidation. Sorry, Jean, but you'll have to try harder if you want to scare me.
"Well, we're wasting time here. Let's get this shit done, GG," I rip my arm out of his grasp and bolt into another room before he can react.
screams in time skip. day of the murder lets gooooo
"See, I told you he would have a retainer. And there's already saliva on it!" I nudged Jean as we snuck towards the woman's house. Hairnets, gloves, and masks were on us. Adrenaline soared through my veins like always. After this murder, I could stop living in Jean's apartment. "Damn, this ain't a house, it's a mansion. No wonder the woman cheated."
At this time of night, no one was around. I had already looped any possible security camera on the block. We even walked most of the way here to avoid any signs of us being in the city. It was time.
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I eyed his drink, thinking about whether he'd be sober enough to do the job tonight.
I knew he asked where I had been, but I pretended to not hear. As much as I'd like to go on and on about my experiences, my adventures, I wanted to tell him when we were on a good note. Not in the middle of a murder case, and definitely not right after meeting for the first time in four years after I took the lives of his family.
To be honest, whether Jean felt confused or not, I still slightly believed that I was dreaming, that Jean was still dead. I wouldn't be surprised if I was going crazy after all. Maybe the psychiatrist was right.
I took a deep breath. "One person for each of us. Maybe we'll get a bonus for killing the man who stole our client's girl." Slamming the laptop shut, I took Jean's drink and proceeded to splash the remainder on his face. "Get drunk some other time. We have things we need to do."
I furrow my brow at Anubis as he attempts to make me feel better for all the trouble we went through to make his murder more fun.
"Whatever." I murmur, entering the house silently and examining the room. It was large and spacious, allowing chance for an echo if a sound were to erupt, so I turn to Anubis and remind him to be careful with a finger to my lips.
"You remember where her bedroom is?"
I eye the stove clock and notice that the time is off. It says that it is 9:54. I wonder if she plans on fixing it. I wonder if she's even noticed. I look over at Anubis and await his next move.
sploosh
I jump as Anubis splashes my drink on me, throwing the glass back at Anubis, but missing, causing the glass to shatter against the wall.
"Christ, Anubis, making a fucking mess in this already shitty apartment, you could have chosen literally any other damn way to say that."
I go off, standing up to go to my room and gather my weapons, slamming the door behind me.
When I walk back in I hardly glance at Anubis before muttering, "What's next, shit head."
I nod my head, acknowledging his stupid gesture. I am not an amateur.
Slowly, we creep up the stairs. I lead the way into a set of double doors in which I assumed was the master bedroom. I open the door as gradually as I can, however the door creaks anyways. I could feel Jean staring daggers into my neck.
Annie Valentino was laying peacefully on her bed - with another guy - clothed, thank god.
"Fuck," I mutter under my breath. "Change of plans." I snatch the second knife from Jean's waistband, silently thanking his preparedness. We made our way to each side of the bed. Steadily, we lift the blanket from the sinners and simultaneously covered the victims' mouths to prevent them from screaming when they awake. I count to three.
"One… two… three," the two of us swiftly aim for the hearts and plunge the knives into their chests. The couple's eyes shot open in fear. Attempted screams were muffled by our hands. In about two minutes, the victims stopped breathing. Blood splurted out of the wound and stained the knife.
"That was inconvenient. Now, let's get to the fun part!" I smiled at Jean, pulling the knife out of the man. "What a bonus! We both got our own murder!"
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I looked up at Jean, who's still angry at me, but it only made me snicker. "So, I had an idea. This feels beyond boring. Hmm," I tap my fingers on the table. "Ah ha! We'll take the couple's - hmm - liver. Just to spice things up, and maybe make the Black King angry because now everyone thinks he takes livers." I placed my hand on my hips in confidence. How fun will a murder be with my long lost best friend?
I roll my eyes at Anubis. I didn't really want to get into the messy part of the murder, that's for Anubis anyway. Instead, I grab my knife, pull up a chair, and reach into the ceiling, preparing the mark of the Black King. Unfortunately, it's quite difficult to carve a King chess piece into the ceiling, but after I finish, it turns out to be good enough to be identifiable to the Black King's signature. I sigh, looking over to Anubis to see how far he's gotten. I kept hearing noises that are equivalent to Anubis digging around someone's insides, searching for whatever he planned to take out of them, and I started to wonder how long this would take him. If any sounds erupt from this house, there's no telling how far the police could get here. Then we're both screwed.
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I stop dead in my tracks.
"Livers?"
I place my bag on the table and look up at Anubis, who's got a sick smile plastered on his face.
"What the fuck, Anubis? You're doing that part, I'm not fucking messy. I'd rather not get my finger prints all over the scene."
I stared at the wonderful mess I made, however I had to hurry this up before the bodies start to majorly smell. I placed each half of the livers in a paper bag, then proceeded to make the bite marks on the woman and the man with the saliva filled retainer. A feeling of euphoria rose in my body, sending strange chuckles through me.
"Let's go burn these beauties. Burn everything, Jean, even your clothes." I shot a smile at him. "I think we make a good team, no?"
I wonder how I'm going to break the news to Jean, that this wasn't our last job together.
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Jean's bewildered reaction made me grin wider. "Don't worry GG, leave it all to me. We'll be using gloves anyways."
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I scan the neighborhood, locking eyes on the house owned by Annie. It was a mansion. The security cameras have been looped, and Jean and I were covered head-to-toe in clothes. It's impossible to get caught. Everything we needed sits in my backpack. We headed up to the front door and I motioned to Jean. He nodded and bent down to the doorknob, working away at the keyhole until it finally clicks. And as simple as that, we're in.
Four in the morning, the couple were likely to be asleep. We tip-toe in stealthily, eyeing every corner and every room. "Bedroom upstairs," I mouthed and led Jean up the stairs to the room. I oiled the door hinges before slowly opening the door. Can't risk light-sleepers. Jean pulled out two slightly dull knives and handed one to me. We each take a side of the bed.
I pull out my phone and try to remember the number from the email given to me. After typing it in, I type the text,
"Mission Accomplished. Meet at the specified location at 10pm tonight." After hitting send, I make my way out of the bedroom, sighing heavily. I hear Anubis' voice from the bedroom.
"Let's go burn these beauties. Burn everything, Jean, even your clothes." I turn my head at him as he flashed a toothy grin at me.
"We make a good team, no?" The very words makes me roll my eyes, remaining silent for a moment as I refuse to react and further encourage him.
"Don't get used to it. Soon as I get my money, you're never seeing me again. I'll do whatever I can to avoid leaving a trail for you to follow."
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I gently remove the covers from her face, making sure my gloves were on tight before covering her mouth with one hand, using the other to slit her throat. She only chokes for a few seconds before returning back to the limpness she was at when she was asleep. Usually, that would be about it for me, but I knew Anubis wanted to get creative, so I look up at him to see where he's at with his victim.
My heart sank, just a little. Do I bother telling him? For some strange reason, I kept thinking that maybe, just maybe, he was glad to see me again? No, he hates me because of what I did. He didn't laugh at my jokes, he hasn't even smiled since I came.
I reach up and rub my neck. "Yeah, about that…
"No, never mind. I'll tell you later, we have to leave as fast as we can. Okay?" We were silent on our way out. Finally, the two of us were out of the rich neighborhood. "Oh, GG? Why do you still hate me for what I did? You know that was years ago. It wouldn't hurt to be a little nice to me, I mean, what has been happening in your life? You used to tell me everything. Now you're a robot"
I knew it was stupid to even bring it up. No one could ever forgive someone for the death of their loved ones. It was useless asking for forgiveness from a man like Jean. What is this, regret? What is going on?
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After successfully killing the man, I moved to his abdominal region. ugh this is gonna be gross.
I took the knife and slit three lines into his stomach, in the shape of an H. Blood immediately gushes out, spilling over the sides to forever stain the white sheets. I pulled my glove further up my arm and opened the skin. In my head, I reminded myself where the liver was and my hand dug right in. It was like reaching into a a bowl of wet spaghetti, every little organ sliding around, soaking into my glove. My eye twitched, but there was the twisted smile on my face. i lick my fingers. no im kidding okay um.
I ripped out the liver and carefully put it into a separate bag. I looked up to Jean, who started on the Black King mark. "I take it you don't want to slice up Annie?" I chuckled, making my way to the other side of the bed to repeat the process.
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I'm silent for a long moment. Hundreds of thoughts swarm through my mind like a crowd of bugs, each buzzing about their own ideas. I inhale slowly and silently, controlling my heart from beating too fast and causing me to rage out on Anubis. Honestly, if it weren't for the three seconds of silence, I may have started yelling at him right then and there.
"You killed my family. What other reason should there be."
I don't even look at him when I say the words. I speak in a dead tone, inhaling a final sigh that huffs loudly. Damn, that may have communicated to him how angry I am with him about bringing this up again. I hope it didn't.
my edgy 14 year old self: "oh this is gonna be so cOOL and DARK and GORY
I straighten up and side step away from the bed, giving Anubis room to work as he eyes me.
"I was paid to kill her. If he wanted me to mess with her insides he would have added an extra 400k." I mutter as I start on the Black King mark. Glad I'm not some egotistical airhead that thought a signature would be a good idea, I thought to myself as I finish up and turn to Anubis, his hand digging around Annie's stomach.
His angry silence and monotone voice crawled under my skin. "I- Well-" Oh god, I was stuttering for real this time. It wasn't a fake prank anymore, like when I first called Jean on the phone.
I was someone with tough skin, able to intimidate anyone. People went as far to call me psychotic. But, all my life I had been alone, left with my own thoughts. And with those thoughts, I came to a perfect solution: murder.
But, then I met Jean.
Wow, these feelings I kept locked away since birth have risen up and at the worst possible time. What's next, tears? Man the fuck up, Anubis.
I broke first, slightly hoping that my fury would instigate his. "I knew you would say that. You're such a fucking robot, you know that? Damn, what's it going to take for you to fucking forgive me? You didn't even like your family! I heard you complaining all the time! If anything, I did you a goddamn favor!"
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I nodded to Jean, indicating that I was finished with the extra part. As usual, there was a small ball of anxiety rolled up in my stomach. "Let's go burn these beauties. Burn everything, Jean, even your clothes," I smirked, visions of a blazing fire in my eyes. I already had a lighter in my pocket.
"We make a good team," I added quietly as I threw on my backpack. My eyes didn't meet Jean's for some reason. Perhaps because the mission was finished, and it was time for us to depart.
That is, if I didn't accept the next job. Of course, I've lied to Jean a million times, so this time is okay, right?
His words only fill me with irritation as I struggle not to yell.
"I knew you would say that. You're such a fucking robot, you know that?"
I roll my eyes at him, huffing a sigh.
"What do you expect from me? You know I've never been that way." I silently wished Anubis would shut up, but he continues.
"Damn, what's it going to take for you to fucking forgive me? You didn't even like your family! heard you complaining all the time!"
"I didn't want you to murder them!" Anger fills me up and I'm nearly about to blow up.
"If anything, I did you a goddamn favor!"
Something inside me erupts before I have time to react.
"Well maybe I hated myself for the next 4 years because I didn't shed one goddamn tear for my family! So you're right, I am a robot."
and then we burn the bodies and everybody claps
"We made a good team."
Anubis mutters, not looking directly at me as we start to leave the building. I remain silent instead of trying to refute his comment, as much as I wanted to say something, I didn't want to raise my voice until after we left the premises. By the time we were at a safe distance, enough time had passed that made it not worth responding to. Instead, Anubis and I walked in silence.
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The silence clawed at my brain, leaving a whirlwind of questions in my head. What do I even say?
"I can't believe you're actually alive," I said in almost a whisper. It wasn't what I wanted to say at all, but there was still the fear that I was hallucinating. After all, the psychiatrist told me it was possible with my current mental state. "Are you really pissed because you're family is dead?"
I kept my eyes glued in front of me.
Suddenly, my legs stopped. It was like I lit a small campfire inside of me, only I accidentally burned a piece of grass, setting off a smoking wildfire. I couldn't walk, because walking required strength. "So all your stupid anger towards me was because you hated yourself? God! And I thought I was emotionally unstable! Hear me out, Jean. No one gives a flying fuck that you didn't like your family, because you know what? Family sucks sometimes. Not everyone has loving parents and shit. And - and that's o…kay.."
I was talking like a therapist, and it shocked me. It shocked me that I still empathized with another soul. Perhaps it was only because he killed people too. Thankfully, I stopped myself before I could further embarrass my ego.
"Shut the hell up. I didn't ask to be counseled. See this is why I didn't want to tell you, you'd go soft thinking I'm soft."
I sigh, pausing my legs after noticing that Anubis stopped walking. I turned toward him to face him, the sun just starting to rise. How much time had passed since I last looked at the clock? I rub my face in frustration, shrugging at him.
"I don't need any help, especially from you." I say, pointing at him, as I turn around and continue to walk.
"I'll collect the money. Come to my house at midnight to get your share." I don't bother to see if he remains standing there or starts to walk.
"Bye, Anubis."
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"I can't believe you're actually alive," Anubis mutters almost too quiet for me to hear.
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I roll my eyes, remembering that night when I locked eyes with him. Panic was in his eyes. Nothing was in mine, except for the redness. He ran. I had nothing to say to him, so I kept quiet yet again.
"Are you really pissed because your family is dead?" He spits out, causing me to freeze in my tracks. I blink my eyes slowly, turning my head in the opposite direction of his voice as I inhale quickly.
"Are you really going to bring that up?" I return with a cold, calm voice.
"Bye, Anubis."
I shifted my legs, but I couldn't walk. I just kept my eyes on the ground and muttered loud enough so he could hear. "We have another job together, actually. This one is different though." Taking a deep breath, I pull myself together and run to catch up with Jean.
"We aren't murdering some petty girl, but this is a request by the government. They noticed our skills, which seems sketch because we should be in jail… but you know how it is. Corruption and all that. They want us to infiltrate a base in Europe to steal some information? Or something? I wasn't told of too many details in case we declined. It's paying a shit load of money, so I don't think it will be wise to decline, GG. Plus, all the benefits and new job offers we could get. Imagine all the cool weapons they'll give us!" Somehow I managed to close the emotion gate shut, and my voice perked up. If he didn't need my help, I wouldn't offer any. I obviously helped enough, anyways. Tsk.
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"Are you really going to bring that up?"
I snapped my head towards him, my voice raising ever so slightly. He doesn't look at me. I ignore his comment and keep going. "You can't possibly tell me you miss your family? The one you hated so much?"
I remember seeing Kris.
His blank, knowing face.
There's no way Jean could ever love him.
"We have another job together." God, I could just turn around and snap his neck where he stands. I know I'd feel bad, though. I don't know why, but I feel like that's where I draw the line. I'll beat Anubis senseless without hesitation, but I wouldn't kill him.
"This one is different though." I don't care what the hell it was. I didn't want to be near another human being for the next week and a half.
"We aren't murdering some pretty girl, but this is a request by the government." I froze in my tracks. The government?
"They noticed our skills, which seems sketch because we should be in jail." I turned around at Anubis with a concerned expression.
"They noticed us?"
"You know how it is. Corruption and all that."
How does Anubis know this isn't a trap?
"They want us to infiltrate a base in Europe to steal some information? Or something?"
"Steal what information? From who? What are they going to do with it?" I begin to walk closer to Anubis, hitting him with one question after another.
"I wasn't told of too many details in case we declined."
My thoughts begin running already, debating on whether the job was worth dealing with this shit-head of a person for even longer. I almost decided against it, but then Anubis added in the last part.
"It's paying a shit load of money, so I don't think it will be wise to decline, GG. Plus, all the benefits and new job offers we could get. Imagine all the cool weapons they'll give us!"
What if I started working for the government? Would they throw me in jail as soon as our job is finished? Give me a free pass to kill whoever I wanted? Or give me the money and forget about me? I look at Anubis and sigh heavily.
"You've already accepted it, didn't you?"
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"They're still family." I snap. "I guess you wouldn't know anything about that, would you." I finish, my voice cold. I didn't know his family well, and he practically never talked about them. Not that I cared, but Anubis spent most of his time at our house. I turn around to lock eyes with him.
"You've already accepted it, didn't you?" I return Jean's stare with a smirk.
"Hell yeah, baby! What we if get machine guns? Or, better yet, cool outfits and shit? We can also improve on our spying and stealth, and our speed, and basically all of our stats. Just say yes, GG. Please. If something bad happens, we'll get out of it together!"
I was beyond excited. I accepted the offer because I didn't know if Jean would say yes, so I figured, why not force him to? There were a lot of risks and questions, but what's life without a little bit of fun?
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I raise my eyebrows at him, sick of his excuses. "Family don't leave you with bruises and black eyes. Just because you share the same DNA, doesn't mean jack shit and you fucking know this! If anything I did you a goddamn favor!" At some point I must have stopped walking, because now I was simply facing Jean in pent-up anger. My eye twitched, and my fists were clenched. I so badly wanted to reach into my pocket and pull out the lighter.
"Hell yeah, baby! What we if get machine guns?"
I look down at the ground at Anubis' response. I knew he'd be so quick like that. Didn't even ask my opinion, the bastard. I huff at him and look back up as he continues going on about the reward.
"Or, better yet, cool outfits and shit? We can also improve on our spying and stealth, and our speed, and basically all of our stats."
Anubis pauses and, must have realized my face, considering to turn him down and tell him to go on his own, because he persists once again.
"Just say yes, GG. Please. If something bad happens, we'll get out of it together!"
I look back down at the ground, avoiding eye contact with him as hearing his excitement and genuine lust for adventure filled his cheery, childish voice. My head raises up as I lock eyes with Anubis, my eyebrows furrowed in anticipation for what awaits us.
"Let's steal some shit, Anny." I say, the corners of my mouth twitching into a grin.
time for the e m os
You call that a fucking favor?" I start, raising my voice and taking a few steps towards him as I lean forward.
"You call ruining any chances my family had to improve a favor?!" I'm yelling at this point, but we're far enough away from anyone to hear us, I hope.
"You call leaving me to stare at the corpses of the only people that stayed in my life without an ounce of grief for them a favor?!"
I throw my hands in the air and shake my head.
"I fucking hate myself for not even giving a single shit for their death," I pause, holding up a hand and pointing at Anubis, "and it's your FUCKING fault."
I raised my eyebrows at his sudden cooperation. Anny? That's new. It was terrible boring, but I grinned anyways.
time skip to a really long time later
I stepped into an office with body guards following behind, but they weren't there to protect me. A woman in a black suit with wavy, black hair sat behind the desk. She had a serious expression on her face, similar to Jean's, but more intimidating. I carefully sat down into one of the two stiff chairs. The office was rather bland, with the usual paperwork on the desk and shelves on the side. A small golden name tag sat next to the woman's computer, but it was facing her. I spotted an M.
"Anubis, right? Is Jean on his way?" she spoke with a sophisticated voice.
"Yes, ma'am." I adjusted my tie and shifted in the chair uncomfortably. Jean, where the fuck are you?
"While we wait, we'll have to discuss contracts and such… actually we can have lawyers do that for you, no? When Jean arrives, let's talk about your job. I don't want to regret assigning you boys."
I nodded my head, and a sense of relief ran through me when I heard the door open behind me. The familiar black-haired man strolled in.
yaaoyyoayoyoayoyofyyoaf fuckkckckck you!
If words were daggers, Jean's was probably a thumb tack because honestly? weak sis.
I stared at him in disgust. "Oh so it's my fault that you don't feel anything!" I retaliated, tempted to fucking hit him or something. "News flash, Jean, whether they're breathing or not, your feelings about them would never change. They're going to die one way or the other and you're going to be the same cold, heartless asshole you've always been! Fuck you for blaming your issues on everyone else! And fuck you for being so weak that you couldn't stand up to your own stupid family. You can't help people who are ignorant!"
By the end, my voice had basically given out from yelling. I was panting hard, and my fists were clenched to the point that my nails dug deep into my skin. My eye was twitching, but I refused to break eye contact with Jean.
I adjust my tie again, hating to wear something so formal, but I essentially didn't have a choice. I look over at the hardened eyes from the guards staring me down as I open the door and step in. Anubis was already sitting in front of the lady. They both turn to look at me, and I can see the relief in Anubis' eyes as I approach the two, my eyes shifting from Anubis slowly to the lady. She stands up as I get close enough and offers me her hand.
"Good morning, Mr. White. I appreciate you coming all this way to speak with me. My name is Michelle and I'll be giving you the details on your mission. Please, have a seat." I shake Michelle's hand and take a seat next to Anubis, glimpsing at him one last time before Michelle began on her speech about the mission.
time for some real jean shit
I hate him, but I especially hate him right now.
"You know damn well I chose not to fight back. Are you fucking asking for a punch?" I hiss, but the threat was empty. I wouldn't fight him again, I couldn't stoop that low anymore. It didn't matter, either way I was done with him. We can't even be together for one day without him starting some shit, so maybe he was better off disappearing like he does to everyone.
"I'm going home. You can collect your shit if you want it tomorrow morning, it'll be on the table."
I turn around and start walking away.
I tried to relax now that Jean was here, but my fingers still flinched at any type of movement from Michelle.
"This is the plan. You will stay here for a week, so that we can get fake ID's and such for you to be able sneak into the government building. Anubis, I trust that you will be able to hack into their system and make it so that you two are new workers. Do not let them question anything. You will also learn to speak in an accent, of course. We will teach you everything you need to know in a week.
"Now, the actual mission. We will fly you to an abandoned area in Great Britain. You will have to find a way in yourself, and we will send with you coordinates of the building. Inside that building, there are some documents you'll need to steal. We will send you the room of that, too…"
Michelle continued on and on for ages, and I nearly spaced out. For once, I was relying on Jean to pay attention, if we're being completely honest here. I perked up at her last couple words.
"The last thing I need you to steal is a special weapon they're creating. The issue is, we don't know what it is, or if it exists, but that is what you two are there for. After all that, you will need to stay at the job for a couple of months so that the government officials there aren't suspicious. We will lose connection with you after, so you'll have to buy tickets back to America on your own. This is for the best, but I assume you are perfectly capable, no? Any questions?"
I hesitated, processing the gigantic load of information. I looked back and forth between Michelle and Jean. "What about living arrangements?"
"That will be taken care of for you. Of course, we are low on budget so you will not have the luxury of having different rooms in Europe. However, while you stay at this facility, you may enjoy the rooms here. Anything else?" I shook my head and waited for Jean's response.
ok so after this reply i think everything else is around the same except the drunk scene and if you wanna redo any others lemme know cuz i cant remember all the scenes
I stared at him as he walked off. No. No, no, no, not again. Don't leave me, GG. It feels worse knowing you're alive to hate me.
I laughed it off, calling to him. "That's a shame, because the government decided to recruit the both of us. I imagine the pay is better than this job, too." Stop walking. Turn around. Please.
