Caress of a Demon

Chapter 2

The boy looked at the monocle murderer dead in the eye as he headed towards him. The assassin had mad up him mind. He had to go. 

He scrambled up, grabbed his sniper and broke it down to small parts so it's hidden when he stuffs it in his duffel. He'd have plenty of time to slide away unnoticed and hide from the mercenary boy. He was two streets away. He looked back down at the road to see the boy.

But the boy was gone. The assassin panicked. 'Where is he?'

He looked around the road but there was not a single sign of the boy. Was he really just the assassins imagination? 

Then out of nowhere, came a crash and something slid between the closed and barged doors of the cafe's roof top. 

The crates that were up against the door were sent flying as the door burst open. 

Then stepped in the young man. 

Now that the monocle murderer could see him, he knew he wasn't a young man but a boy. At least in his late teens. His hair as white as snow, eyes as green as a forest in spring. And as autumn appears, the leaves start to shade to yellow, the gold flecks in his eyes were also like that. Rare yellow autumn leaves just as the cold starts to settle. 

'H-how did he get here so fast?' 

The boy had a sleek and gorgeous knife in his hand. He was holding it casually at his side. His eyes were playing with the assassin. His mouth was slanting upwards as if he was seeing how pathetic I look.

"Who are you?" I point my pistol at him. "What's your name kid?"

"My name?" The boy's brow rose. "Why do you need my name?"

"You're obviously a mercenary like me. Did the white suit hire you to protect him?" 

"I'm not a mercenary." The boy said, pouting. Pouting! In a situation like this! "Why do you think I'm a mercenary? I'm an assassin of sorts. Same as you. But different."

"You're obviously here to kill me so at least tell me your name so I can wait in hell for you and kill you there?"

The boy pursed his lips. "Mister," he took a few step toward me. "Sorry to brake it to you but...I'm not here for you."

"What?" The assassin was taken aback. 

"Are you deaf?" The boy asked. "I. Am. Not. Here. For you. Got it?" He said.

He walked forward and stopped to my right. "I'm here for them." He said.

The assassin looked around. There was no one else in here with them. No one came up the whole day. And if they did the assassin would have gotten rid of them. "There's no one here. Except me. And now you."

"Yes there are others. I'm surprise they haven't gotten rid of you yet."

The monocle murderer thought that the bloke was crazy. There were some cases when a person had seen or experienced shock they tend to be a bit... Manic. 

"I'm not as crazy as you might think." Said the boy, as if he read the assassins mind. "Juuust a little maybe." He said, flashing him a crooked smile. 

"What the hell is wrong with you kid?"

"Let me rephrase that. What the hell is wrong with you, you should ask. I don't know why you Quatidians don't see the real world." 

"..." The assassin was speechless. What was the boy talking about? He had no idea.

"Oh well. You say you really don't see the ghosts?" He gestured at the emptiness of the roof top. 

"Kid you...are you sure you're alright?" Why was he even talking to the boy?

The boy sighed. "Guess not." 

Then suddenly, the rooftop erupted into chaos.