Mr & Mr Hitman

Annoyance and ignorance

Samuel stomped his way up to Cameron's room, the metallic steps creaking loudly as a result of his fast and fiery steps.

He stood in front of the man's door, calming himself before knocking on the wooden opening.

Now what?

I already messed up some hours ago and now my feet dragged me here.

His attention was driven to the silent tip-tap of the drizzle that had just begun falling. He stared at a puddle that was gradually forming in front of the garden's gate, not hearing the knob of the door twisting.

"What do you want?", Cameron stood in front of the protagonist, dressed in an unbuttoned shirt and some jeans with his feet bare. "I'm going out so make it quick."

Breathe Sam. Do not act recklessly.

"I have to talk to you. And it's not an irrelevant matter," Samuel spoke in a serious tone, burning holes in the other man's face with his intense stare.

"Well then, let me get some shoes and I'll be right back," Cameron sighed and went back inside.

Is he pissed? I did insult him earlier.

"So, what is it you have to say?", the shorter man came back and locked his door, his hair smelt like coffee, a fragrance that trapped the other man into another world of his own until a snap of fingers brought him back to reality.

"If you want to stay and admire my door, then you're most welcome to do so," Cameron walked past Sam and took the stairs down.

Samuel bit his lips, "Was this morning a commission?"

"Yeah."

"Who's the client?"

"No idea."

"Was the order just to trash him?"

"Yeah. But I'm returning in two days to finish the job according to the contract."

Isn't he a little too docile?

"Was your target's name Matthew Field?", Sam rose an eyebrow when Cameron stopped in his tracks and turned to face the protagonist.

"And how the fuck do you know that?", the deuteragonist snarled and furrowed his eyebrows.

"First answer my questions, Vixen," Samuel stepped forward, looming over the shorter man.

Cameron gulped, taking steps back, his back hitting the garage's wall, "What are them?"

"Did you really do your duty or are you letting personal feelings affect your job?"

"What-", Cameron searched desperately into Samuel's eyes, looking for answers or meaning to whatever was happening to him that day, but the macadamia eyes that once looked irresistible to him were now like dark soils that just reflected rage and frustration.

"Matthew is Olivia's boyfriend," Sam confessed nonchalantly, snickering when he saw Cam's disoriented and almost startled face, a sight he never knew he'd witness. "Don't bullshit me and tell me that's a coincidence."

Cameron shook his head and composed himself, "And how is that mixing my personal and business matters?"

"Do you like her? Olivia? That's why you went and took care of-", Samuel started to voice out his misinterpretation when he was interrupted by Cameron's slight chuckle.

"Is this a joke? Are you messing with me? What even is this fucking conclusion?"

"Cameron do I look like I'm joking-", Sam was once again cut off.

"And who's the one who's mixing private matters into their profession?", Cameron took a step forward, fear replaced by anger than anything else, "I don't give a flying fuck if my targets are related or not to my surroundings. Didn't you at least think about why I was pushing everyone away?"

"Really? Then if you're ordered to kill anyone in this building, would you?", Samuel scowled.

Cameron averted his gaze, looking up to the feathery clouds forming in the darkening sky of the early upcoming evening.

"Answer me Cameron, or should I call you Vixen now?", Sam glared.

"What's gotten into you? Maybe you're misunderstanding something-" Vixen tried to rationalize things.

"Then I'll take it as a 'yes', Mr.Hitman," the bitter hitman gritted his teeth.

"Shut your mouth. I'm leaving," the exhausted killer pushed the other man away.

"How do you feel now?", Samuel continued putting fuel to the fire, provoking Cameron so that he'd burst. "How do you feel knowing that you'd be able to bring a gun to those people's heads?", he hummed. "Thrilling to think that Cammy would be able to slash Nathan's throat in the blink of an eye-"

Cameron kicked Sam's legs, the latter falling on his back, while the attacker sat on top of him, he didn't leave any time for anyone to breathe, when Vixen landed a blow on the other hitman's face.

Groaning in pain, Samuel felt the slight metallic taste of blood in his mouth, the burning sensation that had started from his cheek was rising to the other parts of his face. He squinted his eyes, hearing the last words that Cameron whispered before he went off on his journey.

"I thought I told you to shut up."

"Arg- God damn it," Samuel murmured, slowly sitting up, holding his chin while moving his jaw, trying to figure out whether it was broken or not. "Fucked up again."

He stared in the direction that Cameron walked away to, the rain started to manifest itself, the wind rising, its pressure caressing his cheek, bringing a coolness to his pain while making it prick at the same time.

Now, what do I do?

Like him, someone else needed answers.

They tiptoed behind the main character, the shelter from their umbrella making Sam look up. He gasped, hoping that somehow they had just arrived and that they didn't listen to the previous conversation.

"Olivia?"

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