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12📚|Murder

The killer

Finally. The day is almost here, I can't wait to see the look on her face when she sees the gift I have for her.

To some degree I am nervous but I'm sure she'll love it.

My hand tightened around the knife as I entered the bar, tucked neatly into the sleeve of my coat was a six inch titanium blade. Sharp and ready to kill, the air reeked of piss and cheap whiskey and the laughter of drunken men filled the atmosphere.

My eyes scanned the room looking for the man of the night, when my eyes landed on a plaid shirt and blue jeans, ruffled dirty blonde hair and a scar going down his face, I knew I found him.

This should be good.

I thought to myself as I took in the size of the man I'm about to slaughter.

No eyes made its way to me as I decided not to draw any attention to myself and wear my usual mask. Instead I was in a simple coat with my previous uniform for the day and the same mask I use to visit Gianni that only covered my mouth and nose.

To many I was just a simple working man, coming to get a night drink after a long day of stress. My free hand found its way to my hair, I brushed the sides to make sure everything was still neat.

I walked up to the bar and caught the attention of the female bar attendant, she came up to me and leaned against the counter, sure to pop her breast up in the process.

My eyes slid to them for a brief second before finding her face where a terrifying smirk was plastered, she looked like she was ready to pounce on me.

"What can I get for yah pretty boy?" She asked, popping the gum she was chewing, my face remained hard as I regarded her.

Why do they think I'm handsome under this mask?

"Coke on ice please." I said and her smirk widened.

"A man on a mission I see," she said, turning away to take up a can of coke and a cup with ice in it.

I leaned forward and took a quick peak to the left of me where Fargo sat, drinking a pint of beer. I turned back to the bartender, "What's make you say that?" her back was turned to me while she filled the cup with ice, she wasn't hard on the eyes, tall with smooth vanilla like legs, full breast and a nice ass but she wasn't my type.

Her blonde hair was matted, face caked with overnight make-up and cheap red lipstick was painted on her chapped lips. She also had sharp man like features.

She turned back to me placing the cup and the coke down on the counter with a shrugged, "you seem like you're here for someone important, something you don't want to miss and you just seem like the type, judging from your appearance I'm guessing surgeon or something." she finished with a laugh.

Apparently also illiterate.

"You cut up people pretty boy?" She teased, batting her eyelashes, yet I couldn't help the amused chuckle that left my lips at how accurate she'd been.

I opened the coke and threw some on the ice, meeting her eyes I said, "something like that." She seemed aroused by my reply for some reason.

"Why the mask?" She asked, biting her lip and tilting her head to the side from curiousity. The urge to cringe was stronger than the smell of the bar itself.

"I'm a germaphobe," I replied, pressing my lips in a firm line even though she couldn't see me, I wasn't but I doubt she knew what that meant, she was about to say something else but lucky for me another customer came and she left.

It wasn't long before Fargo started to make his move, he got up and slapped a five dollar bill down on the table, I looked up at the board and saw that beer was for eight dollars.

A murderer and cheap.. tsk tsk.

He walked in the direction of the exit, scratching his ass and letting out a big belch on the way out. I cocked a brow whilst using a straw to take a sip of my own drink so I wouldn't have to remove my mask.

When he was out of sight and out of mind, I hopped off the stool and paid for the one drink I took before leaving. I slid through the door unnoticed and also took note that there weren't any cameras around the area, which made me suspicious considering that Fargo was a murderer himself.

I spotted his broad back not too far down the street and slid into an alleyway to cut him off. I replaced the mask I had with my usual one and pinned it to the collars of my coat, then stuffed the first one into my pocket. The knife was in my hand the whole time, numbing my fingers but now it was on full display as I walked through the dark of night.

I rounded the corner of a building and caught up to him, as soon as he passed the alleyway I came out and began following close behind. It wasn't long before he was taking quick glances over his shoulders and realized that he was being followed.

His pace quickened and the idiot turned into another dark alleyway, doing exactly what I wanted. I traveled through the same entrance he did and smirked to myself when his back was up against a wall, a knife out and a snarl on his face.

He was trapped.

"Who are you?!" He shouted, taking a step back as I took one forward.

"Oh Fargo how disappointing it is to find that you do not know who I am," I feigned hurt.

"Your that RNK asshole that's been going around reeking havoc on the city aren't you?" I cocked a brow under the mask.

"One; don't ever call me that and two; that's rich coming from you, considering your a low life fuck that goes around hurting women and children." I took another step towards him and he didn't seem to like that as the veins in his forehead began to pop. His fist tightened around the handle of the knife he had.

"You don't know what the hell you're talking about asshole." His voice rumbled deep within his chest, "What do you want with me?!" He barked, and an amused chuckle left my lips when I showed him my own weapon.

My first time killing had been on impulse, though it wasn't an accident, death wasn't suppose to be the end result. Let's just say, it opened my eyes to a different side of humanity, tainted with the blood of those who served no purpose in this life, I simply send them to the next dimension.

Now once again I'm faced with the spirit of death, only now he was on my side.

I felt my lips broaden into a wide smile, showcasing my teeth and wrinkling the skin at the side of my eyes, the feeling of taking a life felt just as good as fucking, a sweet bliss that never leaves you, I wanted to feel it over and over again.

"Why I want your face. David Fuller, I'm going to carve my art in your face and then I'm going to slit your throat."