Mr & Mr Hitman

A Deathly Duo

"Excuse me?", Samuel turned to face her.

"She knows about my past," Priscilla sighed.

"But surely, killing her isn't the only option," our protagonist argued, "All this shit about 'your past'," he mumbled, "It's not like she can do much if ever she snitches."

"Never thought I'd hear you say murder isn't the solution," the woman raised her eyebrows.

"I'm not a psychopath," he gasped, "And besides, I doubt that you'll be able to gorge her esophagus out," he turned back to the window, "From what I saw, you love her."

"I loved her," she chuckled, "Now this love for me is just a lie. A deceitful event in my life. A mistake."

Silence once against. Our main character wouldn't contradict her; she was right. However, he did have his say.

"It's just emotions. Humans have emotions, and sometimes, they get the better of them," he shrugged his shoulder.

"Samuel Thompson," Priscilla gasped, making the man abruptly turn to her, "You're the one talking about emotions?"

Ah, character development. You noticed how I, the narrator, is making more appearances now? I hope you don't mind reader but I'm starting to feel rather lonely narrating this story so let me have some monologues too. Gives you a break from this god forbidden unexpectedly turning plots of this story.

"I got someone on my mind," he chuckled, "And in my heart," he hummed, "Matter of fact, we're nearly arriving to him."

"Firstly, cease this cringe behaviour," Priscilla cringed, "Secondly, why the hell is Cameron in a forest?"

Shit right, she doesn't know.

For the rest forty minutes, Samuel related all the events occuring to the driver; Cameron's identity, Olivia's situation and Matthew's background.

Then it hit him.

"That Matthew guy," he paused, "He better not have tried anything."

"Damn," Priscilla inhaled, "And here I thought I was going through shit," she glanced at the phone; two minutes away.

Our two characters inspected the area. The road was deserted with trees on either side of it, not a single car in sight. Leaves and branches were scattered all over the location, but the density of the woods was still apparent despite the nakedness caused by the decrease in warmth. However, it was clear that it was frequented a lot through the amount of litter dispersed all over the place.

Priscilla parked on the side, locking the car while Samuel inspected the litter. He wouldn't do that normally, as a matter of fact, nobody would, but amongst the empty alcohol cans and broken bottles and cigarettes, he found syringes and empty pen capsules; this area was visited by dealers and users.

"What the fuck is he doing here?", Sam thought out loud, double-checking the location on his phone.

Since Cameron was literally in the middle of the forest, they had to walk for a bit to reach his exact location.

As they pushed aside branches and grass, the 'air' that Priscilla needed manifested itself. Her braids, although tight, still swung with the crisp air of early morning, birds chirping away, announcing the arrival of a new day. She needed that.

She needed that reminder that everyday is a better day than the previous. That life still goes on whether you like it or not. The fresh, unpolluted air fragranced with leaves that enjoyed their last days before snow was the perfect remedy to clear her polluted mind.

"Feeling better?", Samuel chuckled when he noticed the woman had stopped in her tracks, eyes closed, as she breathed slowly.

"Yes," she flashed a smile before they continued their march.

"We should be there any minute now-", the protagonist paused when he noticed what looked like a wall in the distance.

"A factory?", Priscilla followed the direction in which Samuel was staring, "But there's no smoke at all."

"There's no way carriage can be transported here either," they both fastened their pace to the foreign building.

"Or maybe there's another path that we missed?", Priscilla suggested.

"But why in the middle of a forest?", Samuel questioned, checking his phone yet again, except this time, he noticed that he was offline; there was no network here, "We're on our own."

"Do you have a weapon?", Priscilla inquired.

"Why are you asking that?"

"Bro, there's definitely something going on and I'm not planning to be buried here," she looked around a bit more.

"I got a glock," Samuel sighed.

Yes, that's the 'premordial item'.

"Nice. I got a taser," she let out a sigh of relief.

"I hope we don't have to use those," Samuel bit the inside of his cheeks, "Please God."

"I don't think that guy will listen to the likes of us my guy," Priscilla laughed.

"And why is that?"

"I mean, you're banging a man, I bang women and we murder people," she shrugged her shoulders, "Seems like pretty good reasons to overlook us if I'm being fair."

"Dude," Samuel chuckled along.

You might think this is insensitive to be joking like this while in their situation but note that this is the best tactic to allow them to relax to some degree.

"Wait," Priscilla extended her arm in front of Samuel, putting her pointer on her lips.

"Let's- to the back- she- get out," they couldn't make out what the whispers were talking about so they tried to get closer to the 'factory'.

"What are they doing?", Sam squinted his eyes, trying to make out what was happening in front of them.

There was a crowd of men, all in black, two of them dragging another man in black on the ground to somewhere while the others discussed.

This is the closest description you'll get.

"Try to listen to what they're saying," Priscilla leaned on Samuel's shoulder, pressing her body weight on his back to try and get a better view.

"That's what I'm doing," he whispered back, eyeing their movement as they all slowly disappeared into the depths of the woods.

They already planned on evading the building the moment the coast was clear, but the bits and pieces of the men's conversion urged them to be quicker.

"Olivia- tied- dead."