His empty words filled me with rage, but I held the smirk, the corners of my mouth twitching even further into a demented smile. I knew he'd take that road, the sick kid always wanted to provoke everyone in the room. He wanted to see them break. He wanted to see me break.
"Then you don't mind if I take all the money." I respond, sticking my steady hand out for him to shake. "Of course you wouldn't mind, after all you told me not to worry about gifting you, but I'm gifting you merely by allowing you walk out that door with both of your legs facing the way they're supposed to. However, if you want to be messy, I'm not entering that house and leaving evidence of my presence. If you read the file, which I'm sure you didn't, you'll know that there are security cameras installed. If you can hack into the system and loop the feed, you can enter the house undetected, kill Annie, and leave. But, if you leave a mess, you'll leave evidence. The FBI can easily trace it back to you." I pause, sighing and giving him a chance to process all this.
"However, we're in luck."
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"Yeah, right. We're splitting it half. No exceptions." I nod and turn my head away from him, quickly coming up with a response.
"And if I kill you? What then?" I shoot back at him, eyeing him pouring another glass as I feel tempted to pour myself another one, but I didn't want to lose track of how many I had. Not with him in the room. How many drinks have I had?
Shit, no, I'm overthinking. I need to return to the task at hand.
I focus my attention on Anubis's reaction to my question.
Just like old times, we were people struggling to climb up the same ladder, trying to push each other down just to get to the top first. Jean and I were both strong in different ways, and I admired him for keeping up his shield. I paced back and forth, coming to the conclusion my old tricks wouldn't work, and that I'd have to come up with new ways to torture my lovely best friend.
Well, you're not the only one who's changed, Jean.
My face softens, and I sigh. "It pains me that you underestimate me. Annie Valentino, home late in the morning, 2-6 a.m., lives on Cherry Bush Street. Would you like the house number too? Oh, and I think we can both agree she's rather pretty. No wonder she cheated.
I continue before letting him talk, "You must have forgotten, when have I ever left evidence? Your family's case was closed because they couldn't solve it. Anyways, yes, I can loop the security cameras without a single electronic trace. Now," I was interested in what he would say next," what exactly is our luck today?" Sitting down, I pour more whiskey.
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"And if I kill you? What then?" Jean said.
Believe me, I've tried to kill me already. I shrugged, putting down the glass. His eyes flickered to the bottle, and I subconsciously poured whiskey into his empty glass. "Then I'm dead. But if you wanted to kill me, I would be dead as we speak. Right?" I smiled. I wasn't surprised that he already threatened me, but to be honest, I expected more. Beat me up, something, but offering me whiskey? Actually talking to me? He asked no questions, however. But neither did I.
I roll my eyes at his mention of my family once again. It provokes me to wonder. I wonder if he knows. I swallow down the last of the Whiskey, the burning water slides down my throat. I stand up and open a drawer, pulling out a newspaper and tossing it carelessly onto the table in front of him. The front page stated in big black letters: THE BLACK KING RISES!
"There's a serial killer working in that town. Got an article about it yesterday. We can copy his methods and confuse the police to avoid suspicions turning my way. It's a bit gruesome and messy, so it should be right up your ally. I mean, I don't want to move again." I return to where I stood and leaned on the table again.
"What do you say?"
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"Then I'm dead. But if you wanted to kill me, I would be dead as we speak. Right?" Anubis murmurs as he smiles, pouring whiskey into my glass for some reason. I take the glass and gulp down the drink, listening to him as he taunts me.
"Besides the point. Let's talk methods. I suppose you want to set her place on fire, right?" I respond, clenching my fist to avoid pouring another glass. It suddenly occurred to me that I didn't know how Anubis killed. Other than the only time I was there, I wasn't sure if he uses the same method as he did for them. Now that I think about it, how did Anubis manage all this time?
Quickly scanning the article, I nod my head. Knowing Jean, he probably had some plan to get revenge on me. There was no way he was so open to working with me. I casually move to his sink and wash the glass carefully.
"Perfect! You were always so smart. And this apartment is… nice. Nice enough to make sure you don't move out! Let's go over the killer's methods. The Black King," I say with a hint of mockery, "likes to leave this symbol on the ceiling. 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 they went? Because, of course, the holy-number-one hit man is standing right in front of me." I did a small bow gesture, as if I was introducing Jean in a talk show.
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Jean drank the whiskey. "Besides the point. Let's talk methods. I suppose you want to set her place on fire, right?" Just because it calms me down, doesn't mean I use it for everything. Do you smoke at every murder, Jean? How many murders have you committed? Who are you?
I scoffed, "Ah, yes, I set every place I go to on fire! Why don't I just set this one on fire too! No, Jean, I am not that stupid." I reduced my voice to a murmur. "I only set a fire that time because I panicked…
"Anyways, I was thinking we could frame another killer, or something of the sort. I saw on the news that some murderer called the Black King was on the run. Maybe he should make a stop here," I suggested, a devilish grin plastered on my face.
My hand twitches at my side. Is he testing me? Does he really underestimate me that much?
"I hope you know that the information given in the papers isn't all accurate. Which is why you need to hack into the local police's reports to get all of the info about what the crime scene looks like. Can't promise there's been enough time for an autopsy report yet, but a man can hope."
I pour another glass of whiskey and take a large sip.
"Oh, and you should have brought your own computer. I'm not letting you use mine." In my next sip of whiskey I eye Anubis, awaiting his reaction. I really hoped I'd be over and done with this job by now, but he, as I predicted, is getting in my way.
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I straighten my posture and blink my eyes at his defense, not bothering to respond to it as he tells me about the serial killer. Raising an eyebrow, I tilt my head to the side and inhale.
"The Black King? That's a pretentious title for someone who merely kills. What's his M.O.?" I scoff out, crossing my arms in impatience. Is this how Anubis killed? Did it vary with each job? How much did he plan this out?
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.?"
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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."
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"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.
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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.
