"That's a bold question there Connor. Let's see. Oh! I got raped. Swore vengeance, got said vengeance, and with the masterful mind of my brother found the mortician. Been in the revenge business ever since. Pays really well. Though of course I'm not just a singer, it's just a side gig more than anything now. I do enjoy it though. As a kid I really liked Creepypasta. Horror movies were a bit much for my young mind but horror stories told in excruciating detail I'd pour myself all over and memorize them. I guess someone as bright as me has always had a dark side, just didn't feed into it until…ohhh…6 years ago? I'm new on the scene but that's good. A face like mine well, people say I look innocent. I guess that much is true. A good face to have with a mind like mine…sorry. I'm rambling. What got you to be a killer, and why so professional and expensive and fancy huh?"
Connor listened carefully to her story, trying to memorize a lot of it. When she asked, he nodded in response before answering.
”Child abuse, being the son of a mentally unstable dad and a mother who’s a surgeon. That would explain why I tend to use knives. If you know me, you might know that I usually leave my ‘iconic’ star mark on the victim’s chest and sometimes on their hearts if I have the time to do so,” he answered.
”The reason my hiring prices are high isn’t because I’m fancy or whatever, but it’s because of my past unchangeable assassination success rate of 97% only ever failing under unseen conditions like… this one,” he laughed a bit at the last part.
"Well hey, you went ahead and decided to strike after a fighter like myself. There's a reason in the papes they call me Fox." She shrugged as she put a barret in her hair, and smoothed down the black skirt and brown tank top she was wearing.(because I totally didn't forget.) "I don't get hired much since I'm new and reckless. It's why it's just a side piece. My main focus is music. I play at a lot of local bars in town. People love my sound. I've even got a few record labels tuning an ear to me. I've turned all of em down though. Gonna make my own way. I don't want to become like a lot of the artists on the radio. All sound the same and I'm not like that." She shrugged. "Do you only kill or do you got another focus?" She asked curiously.
”I sing, sometimes… I also do acrylic painting,” Connor answered, taking out his phone to text someone, namely the person he was supposed to meet after this situation was taken care of. Guess the meeting had to be postponed to tomorrow or perhaps even later on.
They soon took a turn into a dark alleyway and through it.
”Past the alleyway and we’ll be near,” he mentioned, pointing down the path.
"Huh. I've never been good at art. Music and writing, that's where my talents lie." She nodded and headed down it, humming a bit as she looked around. "Hey I know where we are!" She ran forward a bit. "Yup! Clara's back alley entry way for her bar is this door right here." She pointed to a wooden busted door with a light coming from the blurred window. "Maybe we can catch a drink after the kill? I have a feeling me and you will end up hanging out a lot more." She stated plainly as she kept walking.
Connor giggled nervously.
”I… I don’t drink alcohol,” he scratched the back of his neck nervously before turning the other way and turning back.
”I’d appreciate the talk though,” he added as they both neared Evelyn’s ex-lover’s place.
”Around here?” he asked, looking around.
"That house there." She pointed to a small two story house in the middle of suburbia. "See the side window there?" She pointed to the right side of the house. "That's his room. Little sisters is right across the hall from his. His parents room is at the end of the hall. Right below his room is the family room, which connects to the dining room, which connects to the kitchen, and that connects to the TV room. It's interrupted by the stair case right in the middle of the house. The one that leads upstairs and the one that leads to the basement. It isn't well furnished in the basement but it's well lit. No good hidey holes really." She shrugs. "Oh and pretty thin walls too." She said with a nod.
Connor, whilst listening, was examining the routes around on his own. Not all killers worked the same way so his path would indeed be a bit different from the rest. Now, the thin walls would prove to be a bit of a problem… however…
”Do you want the kill, or do you just want him dead?” he asked, tapping his chin with his index while looking down the road. There was a police station just down the road. If they were going to make their escape, it should be quite fast.
"I think it's only right I be the one who kills him since I am the one getting vengeance. If it was just another kill, I'd let you have it, but this is personal." She shrugged.
”Fair enough,” Connor stated.
”Well, it would be logical to do the old climbing trick… but let’s see,” he looked around, mostly for routes to use to get up on said building without a lot of people noticing.
”You know any buildings that can be climbed around here?” he turned to ask Evelyn.
"I got a chick hold on." She called someone and put them on FaceTime. "Star. I need to get into that window there. How do I do it parkour master?" "Is there any apartments?" "We're in the middle of suburbia." "Okay. See the house there that just got the new deck? Shimmy your way up onto that roof and trust your jumping skills from there." "Thanks Lala!" She then hung up. "Well. Ya heard her."
(Ah!!! Sorry!!!)
”Well? What are you waiting for, me knocking him unconscious so you can kill him easily?” he asked, more of a joke than anything really. Pinpointing mentally where the ‘parkour master’ had stated were quite essential. He narrowed a bit though when he saw how large the gap was between the roof of the recently prepared house and the target’s house. He, not being a parkour lover, didn’t exactly think of the best immediately.
"Well. No. Just thought I'd have you go first so when you fuck up I can be sure to NOT do that. But I guess it's as they say, ladies first. Surprised you didn't ask about Starla, or worry about her. I'll tell ya this, we both do shifty shit so we have a mutual agreement. We can ask whatever we want but no details. Keeps us both outta trouble." She walked over to the house and looked up. "Shoulda brought a ladder, maybe some rope to help. Oh well." She then began to climb, and was up on the roof with ease. "Whatchya waitin' for Con Man?" She called out before taking a few steps back and doing a running jump, landing on the edge of the targets roof, and climbing up.
Connor rolled an eye at the girl’s attitude. Whoever the hell she thinks she was, he clearly didn’t like how she was presenting herself. He followed her steps almost perfectly except for the jump to the target’s roof. Thankfully, his athletic skills back in the days were still holding just fine, allowing him to make the jump relatively simply… even if his face said otherwise and was ready to plummet down to the ground.
”Well, ladies first is now. Lead the way.” he said, trying his absolute best to hide the fact that he was afraid of falling down to the ground beneath.
She quickly scampered over to the side window and peeked in. "Alright he's home, but that means so is the rest of his family." She pouted a bit and hurriedly got back up on the roof. "Question is how to do the kill. He's a pretty big guy. Stands at about 5'11, and weighs over 200 pounds." She sighed. "I at least can't just carry him out."
”Hmm… I did bring some poison with me. Cyanide, TTT, and such,” Connor mentioned, looking into the small bag he’d brought with him. Of course, if he’d label the bottles it would seem suspicious and he didn’t… and now he was confused which bottle contained which poison. Either way, it’ll work on the dude if the syringe he brought will work.
”Just an idea though,” he said, wanting Evelyn to be the one to decide.
"Yeah alright but that's such an easy death for such a fuck up of human scum. He doesn't deserve that. But I guess, then again. Easy death is less suspicious, and then I don't gotta lug his fat body all the way to the mortician. Hmm…" She tapped her finger on her chin. "Sure. We'll poison him. I'll figure out a way to fuck his shit up later."
”Or… you know. If you want a painful death along with low suspicion, I’ve got a canister of gasoline and some matches in here along with some narcotics,” Connor mentioned, placing the said items on the roof’s floor in order as he said them. Given the fact that he’s usually prepared, he keeps everything locked quite well to prevent himself from being the one in danger.
"Dear Watson, I think this is is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Said the arsonist with a smile, grabbing the gasoline. "Burn the whole house down then or just his room. Also we should figure out how too make it all look like an accident." She hen began looking around for anything that would help,as the sun began to set. She got distracted and sat down, watching the sky with wide eyes.
Connor turned when Evelyn did, smiling a bit at the sunset.
”If the circuit is cut from the wires that connect to an old TV, it is very probable that a spark would occur and if the floor is wet, well, you know,” Connor stated. Given the situation, this proved to be quite the idea.
"They just bought a new tv last week." She stated plainly, putting her head on his shoulder. "Before you shove me off, people like to walk their dogs this time of night. I'm doing this so people think we're a couple enjoying the sunset. The less suspicious people are the better, yeah?" She smiled. "Don't worry we don't gotta hold hands or nuthin', this will suffice."
Connor shrugged when Evelyn mentioned the couple part. Honestly, it wasn’t in his mind to do anything along those lines anyways, let alone, think of themselves as a couple despite the reason. Taking the facts she said in, Connor tapped his chin in deep thought. The new TV was going to be a problem on the long run.
”What else is there inside his room that can be quite… hot, per say?” he asked.
"He's got a fish tank? Oh he also smokes a lot of pot and cigarettes. Maybe he dropped a cig which caught his rug on fire, and from there on the house slowly exploded into flame." She said this all casually, and noticed a woman on the opposite of the street with a terrier, looking at the two and she gave a small wave. Evelyn waved back. "See? Gotta think about things like that."
