Killer x Reader His profession AU

VI

Another body he had been left behind. Smoker had gotten enough of it. Enough of the murdering around him, in his town. A heavy sigh flew from his lips, echoing in the mortuary he was in. Tashigi stood next to him, averting her eyes from the body on the cold table in front of her. Smoker couldn't take his eyes off of the remainders of the woman. A headless body and a head on another table. He shuddered unwillingly, let his breath flow in a shiver. Somehow, somewhere is was relieved. It made him feel guilty.

Why feeling glad for what happened with the woman? Why be happy that the torture she had to endure was over and her release came quick. Wounds worth of three days long torture. Three long days. Her lungs were partially filled with water, indicating she had to endure the water-treatment. Saltwater, they said. They had to be near the sea. But why? "But that means he had a two hour drive, at least before reaching this town. And for what? Just dump the body where he had found it?" His words had echoed in the room they were in, talking about the victim. The person without a matching head at that time.

At that time.

'She has one now.' Tashigi shifted on her spot and with a shuddering sigh, looked up to her boss of a couple of years now. She stayed silent, now really knowing what to say, Smoker thought. The mask he had to wear in the room was suffocating him. He felt like the access to air was cut off for the moment he thought about what the consequences would be.

"Female, late twenties. Decapitated, loss of muscle and some fingers. Probably taken by wild animals in the woods the woman was found." She took another breath of air and let her eyes wander back to the paper in her hands. "The database has told us who she is."

"Who is she? Say it Tashigi."

"Jane Doe. Name unknown. The good news is, it isn't (y/n) (l/n)."

"..." Smoker took of his mask and turned around angrily. 'Not (y/n). That means she's still in the hands of the psycho.' Tashigi stayed behind, a little dazed by the actions of her superior. Smoker hold the door as he stopped his tracks. "We have to find her, Tashigi. Every second counts now." He whispered before going on. He needed a smoke, badly.

*~*~*~*~

A scream filled the air and after being dazed this much, you didn't even know whether it was yours or not. Women and men alike had filled the same room, tortured while you had to watch. Blood was dripping down on the floor as Killer cut the flesh with ease. He wasn't smiling. Killer's eyes weren't trained on you. No, they were solely on the woman in front of him.

She had given up. Breathing harsh and ragged. Eyes wide and white, maybe a little bloodshot from crying. Her whimpering had ceased maybe an hour ago when she understood she wouldn't get free. Would be hurt badly, very badly. A calloused and scarred hand raised one more time to strike down, maybe fulfilling the final blow to get the unknown woman free from her misery.

"No!"

Killer's knife stopped right next to the left jugular and his clouded eyes lifted to your restrained form. His form straightened as he let his arm drop next to his body and threw the knife on the table nearby.

"Please, Killer. Please stop." You whimpered hoarsely. The air around you tensed as the echo of the clang of the knife tuned itself out in time. "Please." You whispered, head down as a tear fell to the ground. Heavy footsteps neared your sitting form. Thuds filled the room as he proceeded. Another whimper left your lips. (e/c) casted down, you refused to look at the man who had taken you. Bloodied fingers entered your field of sight. They shook a little. Sticky liquid and warm skin touched your chin gently.

"Look at me, (y/n)." He whispered softly, probably low enough for the woman not to hear, if she wasn't already dead. Killer lifted your face slowly to look at it. Green-blueish eyes jumped from one of your (e/c) orb to the other, searching for something. "Do you know why I do this?" He asked. Answering his question you lowered your sight again and closed your eyes for a second, shaking your head a little. "Do you understand why you're still alive?" Another hand caressed your cheek like a lover would, softly and filled with warmth.

"Why? I'm just a girl you helped. Just the girl that took you in, even unwillingly." You murmered in a whisper. His blood stained lips drew in a flat line. A deep breath left through his nose. Silence washed over you as both of you kept silent. "So please, tell me why?" Your (e/c) coloured eyes locked with his. He frowned and shook his head, dropping his hand altogether from your colder skin. He turned and walked away from you, leaving you in your own dark place.

His fingers curled around the knife once again as he lifted it up, his eyes wandering over every speck of blood from the unknown woman he had tortured for his pleasure. He stayed composed, like he always did when he cut her throat. A loud gasp filled the room. Blood sprayed and fanned out over the floor as the woman tried her best to get air in her lungs, prolonging her fading life with every gasp she tried to take. More blood covered the blond male as he stood there, barely moving from his spot as the red liquid was thrust out of the dying female.

Ever so slowly, he turned towards you. A body like coming from a horror movie. He would haunt your dreams with every drop and speck of blood covering him. Scaring you to do the same to you one day. He flung the knife towards you and you quickly closed your eyes to hide the fear raging through you. With a thud it came stuck in the headrest next to your ear.

Killer smirked. His eyes half-lidded as he watched you flinch and peek at the knife shaking next to you. "Because you're interesting." He said, walking towards you. He leaned forward, letting his breath fan over your face. With that he retook his knife and left you there. Alone. The door closed behind him with a click.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

You hated it. The tang of copper filling your nose and the sound of dripping echoing in the empty room. You hated his methods as you felt your stomach churn inside. You hated being the only one there except for Kid and Killer. With a heavy sigh, you closed your eyes again. The image of the woman begging for her life came back behind your lids. A tear slid down your cheek, seeing everything on repeat. You didn't want this to happen. Never would you have wished for something, anything like this to happen.

'When will this nightmare end?'

You leaned your head back and looked up to the ceiling. Letting your breath flow heavily, you tried to let your mind wander to somewhere nice. A place you could recall being warm. Tried to recall rain drip down on your face as you danced in it. The small things that would make your heart flutter. Smiling sadly, you closed your eyes for one last time as the heavy feeling forced you to a short moment of peace. Tears were streaming down. Not for yourself and the situation you're in, but for the ones who had to pay with their lives. The same lives you had to watch vanishing by the hands on the blond killer.

It will only be a matter of time before this would end. Whether it was by death or life, you wouldn't know. Either way was fine.

May be in death, you find peace.

May be in life, you find the resolve to go on and leave this all behind.

Hands closed around your form as you slipped to the darkness of unconsciousness. Warmth flowed over your skin. Breathing deeply and leaning into the touch that was provided, your body enjoyed the attention it was receiving. The sweet caresses of fingers on your cheek. A hand on your back, holding you close.

Everything your body would know and your mind would never learn of. It was a dangerous game to play, but he would anyway.

She was a masochist and he was the torturer.

Let the games proceed.