To Kill For Love

Chapter One

Another typical day at the office meant something entirely different to a young omega with goals of becoming filthy rich through highly dangerous, adrenaline-filled means such as being a hitman for hire. Such omega happened to be Bakugou Katsuki. Gifted with sharp, enhanced senses due to his omegan biology and lust-like desire for bloodshed, he felt as though he was made for the job, and he loved every moment.

Everything from the high he received when hunting down the ones assigned to him to the final feeling of fresh, warm blood on his skin and the screams of those he deemed prey. He enjoyed it all. His favorite happened to be the chase: when his prey knew he was coming, when they did everything in their power to keep themselves safe, only for him to come out on top in the end. He loved winning, and killing was just another game for him.

At first, the sight of fifty million dollars both intrigued and disappointed him. On one hand, fifty million was a lot of money, and he would be set for a long while. On the other, most people only put that kind of price tag on other rich people, who usually hired security. Despite his initial disappointment, however, Katsuki decided to ask questions of his potential contractor, which led him to the large warehouse before him.

Before he even opened the door, Katsuki could smell the dust in the air. Clearly, the warehouse had not been used in years, and the scent disgusted him. His nose scrunched up uncomfortably, and he covered his nose with the crook of his elbow. Beyond the dust, the strong, new smell of burnt meat permeated the area, accompanied by a softer scent that usually accompanied dry skin.

Little things, such as dry skin or mouse feces, never went unnoticed to a trained omega, who spent many years learning how to use their enhanced senses to their best ability. Most specialized in scents, capable of detecting even the smallest of abnormalities in an environment merely because of a shift in smell. Some learned how to hone their hearing, allowing themselves to pick up something as light as a picked-off fingernail hitting tile floor. Few worked on eyesight, which played a role in observational skills, because they chose to rely on the previous two. An even fewer amount of omegas specialized in touch or taste, as both happened to be less efficient in the workforce and had the most drawbacks.

Katsuki specialized in all five senses. He found ways to make every single sense aid him in his goal, even if they came with sensory overload. He fought through the sudden pickiness because he could taste everything in his meals by coating everything he ate in hot sauce. He elected to wear clothes with soft texture, and he washed them with special laundry soaps to keep them soft and help aid his sensitive skin. He often wore sunglasses both in and outdoors since fluorescent lights gave him migraines just as bad as the ones he received from the sun. He used earbuds, constantly set on a lower setting, and earplugs to mute the sound around him. And while he struggled to maintain issues surrounding scent, he managed by always keeping scented items or the things kept in cars nearby.

The smell of dry skin told him a lot about one of the two -- he could hear both their voices -- males inside. The dryer scented one was definitely a beta, and he deducted this due to the lack of a definitive scent in the air. The beta never introduced himself to lotion, and his skin desperately needed it. The second male whose scent smelled of burnt meat and overall warmth must have been burned at some point. Katsuki could not detect his second gender over the strong, overly intense burned smell. He hated the smell.

With one strong shove of his right hand, Katsuki pushed the door open. He walked with confidence to ensure his contractors knew they were not dealing with an amateur. Bakugou Katsuki was a pro at his favorite game, and nobody ever beat him.

Boots hit the floor with audible cluncks, zippers created a soft, jingle sound. A large bag with contents unknown to his contractors hung of his shoulder and rested against the opposite hip. A wicked smirk stretched across thin, pink lips. Deep, fierce, scarlet irises scanned every inch of the new area.