Lonesome Assassin |•| Killugon Fanfic |•| Discontinued

~Chapter One~

~Killua POV~

"Another shot!" I yelled across across the counter. The bartender seemed to jolt a little, but who would blame him? I was assigned to assassinate a gang leader who just happened to be celebrating something in a bar. I decided to kill everyone there, which were just my target, his friends, and some unfortunate people. I left the bartender alive, for now. This was the best way I could get some drinks, well for someone who's underage. I've probably had around...21 rounds? Give or take. Because of my 'training' it takes a while for me to actually get drunk. Although, soon enough the bar wretched of the smell of blood and alcohol; trust me it wasn't pleasant.

The bartender hesitantly slid me over my shot. I glanced at him and saw that he was staring at the floor, shaking. I grabbed my drink and gulped it down. My vision was getting a little blurry and I started feel as if the weight of my body was multiplied.

'Fucking fatass, don't collapse just from standing up.'

I groggily got up, deciding I was done drinking for the night. I was heading towards the door when I remembered something. I still need to get rid of the bartender.

Being the drunkard I am I slowly walked towards him, nails sharpened. He looked up at me, eyes widened in horror as he immediately figured out what my intention was.

"No...stay back!", he yelled as he toppled over. He backed himself against a wall unknowingly, still staring at my hands.

As I continued to shorten the gap between us, I soon found myself around 2 feet away from him. I smiled to myself as I decided to play with him a little. I slowly raised my sharpened hand, periodically inching closer and closer to him. He shut his eyes as tight as he could as my nails began to slowly pierce through the skin on his neck.

He began to cautiously open his mouth and suddenly yelled, "You heartless assas-!"

I realized that I had killed him before he could finish. I didn't even feel myself do it, it just kind of happened I guess. Although, I'm sure I already knew what he was going to say. It was obvious. It wouldn't be the first time I was called heartless. Everyone's told it to me, including myself.

I made my way out of the bar and to my family mansion. I couldn't stop myself from replaying those words in my head.

'You heartless assassin'

'Yeah yeah, I already fucking know. I'm a heartless, ugly, disgusting waste of space. Why does everyone have to fucking repeat it!? I get it already goddammit! I remind myself everyday.'

My train of thoughts were interrupted as I fond my self standing in front of the testing gate.

'Home sweet home...'

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Welp that's the end of chapter one. Hope you enjoyed👁👅👁👌