Secret Little Assassin

Sin Stained In Red

Speedrick growled as he waited in his garden for about 5 minutes now. The sack of money sat beside him as he glanced down at his watch over and over again with a hiss.

A few hours ago, the assassin he hired to take out Blaze had contacted him, telling him that he managed to kill the goodie-goodie truck and the rest of the family, excluding his sister, whom he was about to deliver to him.

The thought of having the little girl as his slave in his mansion gave him thrills that his impatience was eating him up.

"Speedrick."

The dark voice of the assassin made the race car jump as he turned around. He then smirked.

"Ah, perfect, you're here," he pushed the sack of money towards the assassin and held out his tire. "Here's the cha-ching. Now where's the girl?"

"Here," the assassin handed a black sack, which was squirming. "Tough girl. Hard to keep quiet,"

"Good, good," Speedrick smirked and grabbed the sack before turning. "Now go, go, take the money. This brat's all I need,"

The assassin took the money but stayed in his place as he watched the race car take his leave. Speedrick opened the sack and reached in to get a girl but froze when he came across something soft.

"What the...?"

He took out what he got and yelped when he saw a pillow stitched with skin and a small machine that made it squirm. From it, blood dipped out, and he screamed and dropped it before turning back to the assassin, red in rage.

"HEY! YOU LITTLE CHEAT!" he rushed towards the other, gritting his teeth. "YOU TRICKED ME! WHERE'S THE GIRL?!"

"Safely AWAY from you." the assassin growled, confronting the race car with rage in his eyes.

"WHAT?!" Speedrick scowled. "WE HAD A DEAL! THAT'S IT! I'M CALLING THE POLICE!"

"No, you will not." the assassin hissed just as the race car turned away.

He leapt after him and grabbed him with his tires. Speedrick attempted to scream for help, but the assassin gagged him with a tire and dragged him off. They soon made it to the helicopter, and the assassin threw him inside before entering and shutting the door.

"LET ME GO!" Speedrick yelled as the assassin made it to the steering.

"No," the other simply said, turning on the helicopter and making it go fly up into the air.

"I SAID LET ME GO, PSYCHO!" Speedrick roared out.

The assassin shook his head and kept the helicopter hovering up in autopilot then he turned to face the race car. Speedrick gulped as the truck approached him.

"Did you really think you could trick me, Speedrick?" the assassin snarled. "YOU thought your little lies could fool me. Stating that Blaze and his family are awful. And that Sparkle is a teenager. You DISGUST me."

"I NEED A SLAVE!" Speedrick defended. "AND I WANTED THAT GOODIE-GOODIE AND HIS FAMILY DEAD SINCE HE CROSSED PATHS WITH ME!"

"IDIOT!" the assassin slapped him as hard as he could. "You are a fool in many, MANY ways. FIRST of all, MANY know how kind and nice Blaze and his family are. Their reputation goes worldwide, you idiot!"

"They've got a stupid reputation!" Speedrick hissed.

"SHUT UP!" the assassin punched his face this time. "SECOND, did you REALLY try to fool an ASSASSIN? How STUPID are you?"

"Eh, some assassins are just a bunch of fools wanting to make a quick buck," Speedrick huffed. "How should I know that you aren't one of those idiots?"

The assassin's eye twitched before he suddenly pulled out a knife. He then smirked and towered over the race car, who gulped and began to tremble, backing up against the wall.

"D-DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!"

"Oh, Speedrick, you REALLY make me laugh," the assassin chuckled and pinned the other to the wall, blade closing in to the race car's face. "Now, listen to me and listen well. Are you listening?"

Speedrick gulped and nodded quickly, eyes glancing at the blade before meeting the assassin's eyes, which gleamed in red, even in the darkness.

"Good." the assassin neared the blade to his eyes. "Blaze is my friend. His whole family are my friends. They are under MY protection, and if you DARE to try to do this and trick another assassin because of your selfish, disgusting wants, I will not hesitate to KILL you. Do you UNDERSTAND?"

Speedrick nodded with a frightened hiss as he trembled more. The assassin glared at him down for a few minutes before letting him go and turning around.

"Good."

The race car sighed in relief and watched as the assassin drove back to the steering. He growled and grabbed the nearest weapon he could find. He then drove forward and raised the metal pipe he found, but just as he was about to swing it down, a streak of pain came across his face, causing him to yelp as he fell back with a scream.

"You shouldn't have done that, Speedrick."

"W-WAIT, P-PLEASE—!"

But all he could feel was pain before the cold and numbness came in.

Then... he felt nothing.

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"Man, I love this part of my job," Pickle chuckled as he removed his mask and smirked down at Speedrick's dead body before raising the race car's chopped head. "The blood and the death,"