" murder is legal if you can get away with it . "
; you and bertholdt
are murder
accomplices and
help to hide a body
TW ;
weapons
murder
gore
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"Are you sure they won't hear us here?" Bertholdt pressed next to you against the wall and listened in for your victim. You nodded, bringing your finger to your lips to quiet him down and listen in for slight movements.
This was your third attempt at this assassination, every other time ending in your "prey" getting away from you inadvertently. You both came prepared this time.
"Quiet. They're coming."
You slowly brought yourself to your feet and slid the knife from its sheathe. Bertholdt stayed crouched down against the stone wall, waiting for you to make a move.
Once the target passed around the corner, you jumped into action. You grabbed them by their neck, holding the blade against their throat and covering their mouth with your free hand.
"Hey, hey there, sweetheart. Calm down. We won't hurt you. Just keep quiet, okay? We need to ask you a few things." you nodded your head to the side, signalling for Bertholdt to get up and get your truck ready.
"First off, this one's easy. Where's the pendant you stole?" you removed your hand from their mouth slowly, monitoring their movements. The second they realised they could talk, they took a risky opportunity and screamed at the top of their lungs for help.
"Ah, that's not the right answer, sorry."
You slid the knife across their throat quickly and stepped away, watching as their eyes rolled back in their head and their body slumped to the ground.
"Blech. I hate doing that. Too messy." you wiped your hands on your shirt and knelt, hooking your arms under the corpse's elbows and dragging them to the truck. It left a blood trail smearing across the gravel, which was the worst to clean up. You kicked some unturned stones over the trail and ensured no traces were left if the police came.
You tossed the body in the truck and slipped some tools over it to hide it, pulling the back cover and locking it securely. she thumped your hand on the side of the truck and made your way to the passenger's door.
"We got 'em this time," you said through your grin, sliding down against your chair. You wiped the blood from your chin and looked over at Bertholdt. he seemed reasonably accustomed to doing this, seeing as he'd done it many times before, some with and some without your help.
Suddenly, you unbuckled your seatbelt and climbed over on top of him, sitting down in his lap and cupping your hands against his chin, kissing him roughly, and suddenly.
"Hey-" he had no idea how to respond to this, awkwardly placing his hands on your waist.
"Play along with it. The cops are driving by," you murmured against his lips. Two teens making out on the side of the road in their truck wouldn't seem too suspicious.
The cop car cruised by slowly, the man inside peering inside before speeding up and leaving a small cloud of dust behind.
"Perverts," you seethed, pulling away from him and wiping her lip. The feds had never caught you two, but you'd been damn near close a couple of times prior.
"Just- give me a little warning next time," Bertholdt coughed. He seemed to have enjoyed it, which surprised you. he usually didn't like when you showed affection towards him and remained relatively platonic.
"Mhm, will do," you slid off of him and got back into your seat, buckling up again.
"What are we going to do with it this time?" he asked, nodding to the back of the truck. You smiled deviously.
"We'll burn that shit to ashes."
