Blood and Bullets: Hitman Male Reader [Original Story]

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Some people like to say that monsters are tragic beings, that they're born too strong, too tall, too heavy or some kind of bullshit like how they aren't born evil. Jeez, that quote makes me laugh whenever I hear it. From my experience, some monsters are definitely born strong and evil. Maybe not even born, created. Created by whatever fresh hell puked it out. What I know is this, they're definitely real... and they're definitely evil.

Monsters are everywhere here in Gothic Prime. They look like us, act like us, eat or drink us...

One of those didn't fit the other, eh? Good, you noticed.

My name is (Y/N) (L/N), my job was taken by these monsters. No not like that, don't get any prejudiced ideas.

Gothic Prime was always a city run by people, living, actual people. I didn't care that the damn Mob ran this city, I cared that it ran and I was able to live my life. Somewhere, somehow, some time ago. Monsters had descended onto the city, they killed and ate. The Mafia declared war on these things.

Bullets didn't hurt them, neither in their human nor animal form. They also seemed to only come out during the full moon. I'll be damned if all those bodies weren't a grisly sight, the street war had gone on for some time. Until the monsters were able to find kill the top man. The Mob eventually collapsed due to the inside pressure, what was left was eventually run out of the city.

These monsters came to be known to the public as Werewolves, animals is all I can use to describe them. They only pretend to be human, they now run most of the stuff around here.

I only say most because there's another group of creatures that seemingly arrived alongside the werewolves. They're almost the same as them in that they look like us, the only thing I'm sure of them is that they're probably even worse than the hellhounds.

Vampires, bloodsuckers, bastards of the night. They go by plenty of names. They control what the Weres don't, they aren't the best of friends either. I've overheard some rumours on the streets, something about a historic feud between their two groups. To be honest with you I can't even begin to think about caring.

Vamps don't ever come out during the day, that leaves plenty of time for us regular people to go around with our business. However, there's no doubt in anyone's mind that night solely belongs to the bloodsuckers, werewolves don't dare step out during the waning hours either. Peace is a fragile chalice, confrontations between the two groups has a scary, destructive potential. Anything bad happens on the streets means that war between the two might begin and erupt everything into chaos. Everyone loses in the end when war is involved, that's the sad reality of it.

Now where do I fit into all this? A regular, normal human being? Well, I'm nothing much but the simple man in the middle with tricks up his sleeve. Not necessarily a magician, turning living people into corpses isn't exactly much of a tricky spell to cast. But it was something the Mafia had brought me in for, something I got really good at as a result of my... let's just say strategic partnership.

With the apparent toppling of the Mob, however. I was knocked down a few pegs in life. To be honest I was never that proud of what I did, my job paid a lot and I just survived like everyone else. To put it into perspective, I'm still living off of what I accumulated during my time as an associate. The Mafia made bank in it's heyday and I got to receive a good enough portion of it to sustain myself for years to come.

With these freaks Now in control of the city, I'm convinced I'll become a meal if I ever approach either of the two crime groups for a job. The House of Luca, the vampires. While the werewolves belonged to Fenrir Den. In fact, Fenrir Den has slowly been losing it's edge as the House of Luca have recently been encroaching onto their territory. And then there's just me sitting here on the bleachers hoping nothing goes to shit. Anything happens, it's us ordinary people who'll suffer the most out of this stupid feud. At the very least feudalism is something we humans threw into the trash bin a long time ago.

Monsters not born evil, yeah right...

- Gothic Prime - 3:35 AM -

The streets of the city stayed empty and silent, a trio of Vampires made their way down an avenue as they held in their arms money from the local casino. Not money which they earned whilst gambling, but money that was spent by patrons. The casino was one of their biggest and most well protected fronts.

They all quickly stopped, their vampiric enhanced senses kicked in. Sensing a group of werewolves somewhere near.

Vampire 1: "That's strange, Fenrir Den isn't usually out during the night."

Vampire 2: "They're here for the money, we have to get out of here."

One of them warned.

Vampire 1: "And cause him to look weak? He'd kill us if we were to disrespect his image. We stand and fight."

The first one's eyes turned red and his fangs were extended as he hissed, the others dropped their bags of money and did the same. Humanoid figures rounded the corner, the full moon wasn't to be out for another three nights. Nevertheless, their scent stunk of hounds and there was nothing that Vampires hated more than hounds.

Werewolf: "Your encroachment onto our territory has gone far enough."

All three of the bloodsuckers hissed viciously at their impending foes in response. Dropping their bags of money on the pavement, kicking them behind. Baring their sharp fangs as an intimidation display, the werewolves didn't back down.

There were four werewolves opposing three Vampires, they all charged towards the undead. Fisticuffs ensued. Both sides had heightened physical advantages, especially compared to humans, but only one could come on top.

It was a short while before two of the Vampires eventually fled, they had been messed up badly but were able to pick up their respective bags of money. The last one was unlucky enough to fend for himself against his four enemies.

Not too long after, he was killed. Though the werewolves weren't in their true forms, they still possessed heightened strength. They just heavily outnumbered their opponents. One picked up the bag of money left on the sidewalk.

Werewolf 2: "Leave him, let the bloodsucker bake in the sunlight he once feared the most."

Another of them snarled at the mangled corpse on the ground, the four knew they had to split. The sun was yet to come up and the two Vampires who had run would eventually call for reinforcements. After kicking the dead body, they all made off in the night with the money.

- 9:12 -

(Y/N) awoke to the sound of his alarm, groggily grasping for the snooze button he instead knocked off his glass of water he had kept on his nightstand. Jolting awake at the sound of it colliding against his wooden floor. 

(Y/N): "Aw, fuck."

He angrily cursed to himself, getting off of the other side of his bed. He retrieved his slippers and a broom, quickly sweeping up the remnants of his cup into a dustpan. Very soon, that all went into his garbage can.

After stretching from a good night's sleep, he first looked to his kitchen. Retrieving some eggs from his fridge and some leftover bacon strips.

With a pan and a couple dozen drops of vegetable oil, he had cooked himself up a fine breakfast. (Y/N) forked down his bacon and eggs, before heading over to a certain part of his house. Kneeling down over the floorboards, he managed to wedge his fingernail in-between two of them. Prying it open, he was greeted with a familiar face. The face of the imprinted man on the one hundred dollar bill staring right back at him with a signature tired smile.

(Y/N): "Hello beautiful..."

He chuckled, picking out a few bills from the wad. It didn't matter how much he took, what he had already earned from his past workings with the Mafia was enough to sustain him for years.

(Y/N) tucked his money into his pocket, placing the floorboard firmly back into place. Stepping onto it a bit to make sure it was secure, after that he left out of the door in order to attend another day for his day-to-day job at the casino.

Another day in the city of Gothic Prime.