Bloodlust. (Capsaicin x Prune Juice)

˗ˏˋ Chapter Sixteen. ˎˊ˗

He woke up again in the middle of the alleyway. The bar was nowhere to be seen. He was alone, again. And now the assassin had teased him into liking a girl that wasn't even real. When he checked his pockets, everything seemed to still be safe. His pistol, his phone, and his other personal records were fine.

Capsaicin's mind was racing. He had the sudden urge to break down and cry. Every part of his body felt terribly sore. And he wanted his spouse to be next to him so badly.

So, so badly.

He looked behind him and noticed the assassin was chuckling in their dark voice. "Poisoned by me... how pathetic."

Capsaicin backed away, instantly grabbing his pistol and aiming it at them. "Just turn around and confess that you've been killing and kidnapping innocent cookies in the Scovillian Kingdom."

The assassin fixed their hoodie. "You'll have to do just more than ask to get me to do that, Officer Capsaicin. Also, your husband is dead. I couldn't help but slaughter him just to see your puny reaction."

The words "your husband is dead" hung in the air, thicker than frosting. Capsaicin stayed silent, and then ended up becoming enraged in flames. His eyes flickered with the purest anger. His horns glowed brighter than the stars above. He was like a raging fireball. "You... YOU. KILLED. HIM?!"

"So excited," The assassin murmured, pulling out a knife splattered with blood. "We'll see how enraged you are in a fight." And then they charged.

Capsaicin dodged the weapon, it just missing the tip of his nose. His feet slammed down on the concrete. He charged, his fists ready. Unfortunately, when he tried to take a blow at the criminal, they easily dodged it too. "Try harder."

Capsaicin felt his wrists becoming hotter. He wanted to unleash his Overlord form, but then he would cause way more damage than what the killer was doing. But he couldn't handle his feelings. He was so mad that they had killed Prune Juice Cookie. All that, for nothing.

And then he transformed.

...

Or did he?

"HAHA! That poison took away your Overlord powers, Capsaicin. No cheating this time." The assassin informed, wiping off dust. They noticed that parts of their clothes were charred. They growled in unappreciation.

Capsaicin was stuck. He was completely useless now. He checked his gun, which was out of bullets. His phone was somewhere on the ground. He felt like a toy puppet being used for show and tell, and he could not do anything about it. "Okay... I-I give up. You win."

"Mmm... we're not done, actually. I have to do something with you, Officer." They pulled out a pistol like Capsaicin's one, except it didn't have the neon orange carvings. "Surrender, Stupid Overlord."

Capsaicin shivered. "If you want me," he panted, "then come and get me."

The killer paused, sweeping a light-colored hand up and underneath Capsaicin's chin. They looked at him as if he was a child in need. "Want you in which way, darling? Don't get me wrong, both ways involve fighting, but it's an important choice before we commence again."

Both cookies blushed, even though Capsaicin couldn't see that the assassin was. He pushed away the assassin's hand and backed off. "Flirting with me again? Are you gonna knock me out as we kiss or something?"

"Maybe, but you're a special case." The killer tucked their gun under his arm.

That made Capsaicin perplexed. "How am I- What- Who... who are you?"

"That concludes this drama, love." And then they took their hood off, revealing his violet hair and shimmering turquoise eyes that glinted with mischief. "I am yours."