Pseudosapien

Hit

"So, what made him so renowned?" Garth started while they munched on pizza and guzzled down soda.

"Christner?"

"Yeah. How does he kill? How long has he been doing it? That stuff?" He saw the mental pause on her face as if it was just sinking in that she knew nothing about that man in such detail.

"I...actually don't know. He doesn't tell stories at all. He told us that he started it to find like minded people to hear stories from. Surely, he isn't anything to worry about as far as authority goes. He has my eyes and as you say, 'my aura' as well; the aura of a seasoned killer."

"So, you're targeting this man when you don't even know how he kills or who he kills? Or even how long he's been killing?"

"He has to have at least about as much experience as Ripjaw did, if not more."

"That explained their equal wariness of you other than your...difference in the threat you pose."

"How do you mean?"

"He saw everyone as a meal for a knife or gun...or whatever the Hell he killed with while you only see people like him that way. Maybe that's why he's so famous. Not even the people in the club he created and funded know his secrets." He mumbled as he carried away from the topic.

"I didn't even consider him as anything but one of the Dead."

"Oh, he's one of the Dead, but he's different, like you but not." Her eyes widened fractionally for a moment, making him eager to hear her realization.

"Holy fuck, of course!" She exclaimed.

"What? I'm not a mind reader."

"He's a hit man. How else could the bastard have afforded to keep that place running and that bartender quiet? He's fucking loaded with money earned from killing people. He turned it into a career." Garth's phone suddenly went off, and he answered.

"Mom?"

"Garth, honey? Hi."

"Is everything ok?"

"Yes, yes of course. Are you busy?"

"I have company over?"

"It's not another treacherous young gutter snipe, is it?" What?

"Mom? Wow, what?"

"You heard me. I know your job's tough so you catch the loose ones to tie you over and keep you company. Is she one of em?" This was a side of his mother he was not expecting to hear about.

"No, Mom. She's not a treacherous young gutter snipe. She's lovely young homeowner with her own job, money, and self-esteem." He said pointedly while he saw Anemone try holding in her laughter by covering her mouth in an attempt to not disturb them.

"Well, it's about time. I was just calling in to check on you and tell you that you need to call me more often, but not tonight."

"Why not?"

"Because tonight I have a hot date." Oh God.

"Oh."

"Yes, but call me sometime tomorrow or something. I want to meet this girl."

"We just started going out, ma."

"Are you eating pizza?" How the Hell did this woman know these things?!

"Yes?"

"That's only food you eat during a movie or as an after sex thing and I don't hear a movie in the background. You must've known this one awhile before you two got to it, so I want to meet her." He stared incredulously at the phone.