Shadows and Sinners | A Striker x Reader Story

The Killer And The Healer

We ordered pizza. Sitting on the couch, we silently ate. I was unsure about how he felt, but I could feel the awkwardness in the room like a thick fog. Despite living together, I really knew nothing about the cowboy.

After an uncomfortable amount of silence, Striker said around a mouthful of pepperoni pizza, "Do I make you uncomfortable or somethin'?"

I raised an eyebrow, a bit taken aback by his question. Swallowing the bite I had been chewing, I replied, "I wouldn't say uncomfortable, it's just that I don't know you very well. You were a stranger I patched up in a seedy hotel room."

My answer seemed to amuse Striker, and a lazy smile stretched across his features. He leaned back in his seat, looking me over before saying, "Fair enough. What do you want to know?"

I thought about it for a moment before I asked, "What do you do for a living?"

His grin got even wider. I honestly thought he was going to say something ridiculous, but instead, he answered, "I kill people for a living."

Any sane person would have run at that moment, but clearly I was not sane. I looked him up and down. Clearly, if he had wanted me dead, he would have done it at the hotel so others would have had to clean up the mess. 

"The killer and the healer," I allowed myself a small smile, "Hell truly does bring the oddest people together."