𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖘||𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘

2.6

may 7 2007

A boogeyman was lurking through the streets of downtown D.C., hunting its next victim.

His next victim was very special. She was young and lacked a sense of self-control. This made it very dangerous to invent the right attack.

But the man was an expert. He was a torturer, extractor, and when he needed to be: a mass murderer. Grimrose was the best of the best. He was exactly who you wanted in the field, killing your worst enemies. He showed no mercy, no remorse.

Just a straight-up killing machine.

On the top of a private building, close to his target's home, the man staked out in the dark. He chewed a bag of beef jerky as he began to light a cigarette.

To his right, laid an old man white a white beard and a security uniform. To be fair, Nathan had no idea the old man would be doing rounds on top of the roof. He also didn't expect the man would get so handsy. It'd be terrible for such a perfect kill to go to waste, so he quickly broke the man's leg and slit his throat, before sitting back on the rooftop staring t a particular house through his telescope.

The lights were on and he could see three figures through the house's curtains. They were sitting at a table, eating a nice dinner the younger man had prepared in the kitchen. The young girl seemed to be laughing at something the older man had said.

Nathan smirked.

They seemed so joyous. So innocent. And so unknowing of the danger watching just a block away.

Nathan felt his pocket vibrating. Lightning his cigarette, Nathan fished his phone out of his pocket and pressed a green button.

"Is this Dimitri," he asked, his voice gravelly, in a terrible American accent.

"Yes," a female voice answered. "This is Dimitri's. Would you like a slice of pizza?"

"Yes, a slice of pizza."

The line went blank for a few seconds before he spoke again.

"Вы звонили," Grimrose grunted.

"Пирс говорит, что ты не был в своем гостиничном номере," Ingrid spoke calmly. "Where are you?"

"Checking out the вид," he chuckled, staring into the telescope to see the older figure exit the house.

"Здесь гораздо красивее,"

"Ah," she said. "And what if you're caught?"

"I can handle it, it's happened multiple times."

Ingrid groaned and rubbed her forehead with great annoyance.

"And how many of them are no longer with us?"'

"Хорошо," he mumbled. "First there was that deli guy that thought my money was fake, then there was that old woman threatening to call the police on me near Romanoff's. Then there was that kid who stole my hotdog -"

"Пошел ты," Ingrid seethed. "A child? We don't kill children." Grimrose rolled his eyes.

"Repeat that back to me,"

"I won't kill any more children while I'm here," Nathan growled, dropping his voice. "I'll only kidnap and exploit them."

"Что это было?"

"Ничего"

"Good," Ingrid told him. "Any updates on the girl?"

"They're taking her to new places," Nathan said. "Loosening their grip on her поводок."

"That's good," Ingrid chuckled. "The more they let her roam, the most likely they are to make a mistake. When they do you swoop in. Very nice..."

"Very good work Grimrose," she continued. "Keep it up, and no more stray bodies unless they absolutely deserve it."

"Не волнуйтесь," he grumbled. "I won't harm anyone who is not the person we are after."

Just then the roof door swung open. A younger slimmer male walked through the door, shinning his flashlight around. "Marty, you up here? Haven't seen ya in a while. Where you at?" Sighing, Nathan peered over to the dead man beside him. He peeled the nametag to see the name: MARTY in gold letters.

Nathan cursed, as the man began to come closer.

"Hey, who the hell are you?! What have you done to Marty?"

"Ебать,"

Putting his hands up, and dropping the phone, Nathan stood and faced the man. "Hey, I'm Justin," he said in his fakest American accent.

"Jonathon."

"Well, listen, Jonathon, I don't know what I'm doing here. I woke up on this rooftop and I don't know where I am."

"Well, how'd Marty get there," Jonathan spat out.

Rolling his eyes, Nathan bent down and picked up the knife. Before Jonathon could even react Nathan slit his throat. Clutching on for dear life. Jonathan dropped to the ground, quickly dying.

"Жалкий," Nathan laughed. He quickly realized he was on a phone call, bending to pick it up. He heard Ingrid groan again.

"Seriously," she sighed.

"He was annoying,"

"He was the last one. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am,"

The call ended abruptly, and Nathan soon went back to his post.

Stalking, waiting.

The бугимен.

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Translations

Вы звонили - You called

Пирс говорит, что ты не был в своем гостиничном номере - Pierce says you haven't been in you're hotel room

Вид - view

Здесь гораздо красивее - It's much prettier here

Хорошо - Fine

Пошел ты - Fuck you

Что это было - What was that

Ничего - Nothing

Поводок - leash

Не волнуйтесь - Don't worry

Ебать - Fuck

Жалкий - Pathetic

Бугимен - Boogeyman