Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Our Paths (Part 1)

My job isn't the most morally correct, but not much is out here. I don't ask questions about it. That makes what I do easier. The more I distance myself from it the easier it is on my shoulders when I turn in immunes. I don't know what they do with them, and I'm not curious either. It's not my problem.

"See that kid over there? The boy your age?"my boss asked. He was a big guy around in his late 40's who insisted he was in his early 30's. With his beady, squinty, black eyes, skin that looked like it could fry food, and thin oily hair, he was exactly what you would expect a jackass who takes advantage of people to look like. With the brown suit with obvious fake gold buttons, fake gold watch, and necklace that was made of, you guessed it, fake gold, his entire era was just gross and suggested that you stay the hell away.

The thing is that he pays well, and I like being able to eat. I gotta do what I gotta do to live. It isn't pretty, but neither is life. Sometimes it screws people over or you have to do it yourself. That's just the way the cookie crumbles.

"There are a lot of people my age,"I reminded him, pretending I didn't want to leave his presence quicker than a Crank could bite you.

"The one with the green jacket and bat in his bag,"He specified. Turning around, I saw who he was talking about. The boy had his back turned to me and was walking through a crowd with others. The real tricky part would be getting him away from them.

But I could do it. I've seen way more intimidating people with way worse weapons. Have you ever had a 14 year old shoot you in the arm from two inches away? And I still got him. It's not something to brag about. It's just a fact that I know what I'm doing so I could definitely get this kid with no issue.

"How much am I getting for this one?"I asked.

"15k,"He answered.

"I don't know. He's with people. That could be quite a problem,"I pointed out.

"That's all I can offer,"He tried to tell me. As if. He's just a cheap bastard.

"That's not even half the profit. You better give me a price worth working for."

"17k,"He scowled.

"Make it 20k, and we'll have a deal,"I bargained.

"That's not-"
"The clock is ticking,"I sighed.

"Fine. Just get the kid. His name is Aris or something,"He snarled, storming away.

Or something. What a fantastic hint. I swear that guy's as helpful as an umbrella in a lightning storm.

Pushing my way through the crowd, as he was about to go in the back with his friends I tripped him. Right on time too, because the door shut.

Before he could get trampled to death I pulled him up.

"Are you okay? That was quite a fall,"I checked, feigning concern.

"I need to go,"He tried to tell me.

"Go where? Look around. There's nowhere to be but here,"I shrugged.

"My group-"
"Let them do whatever they're going to do,"I recommended.

At the perfect moment the music changed to something upbeat. It's time for the kicker.

"I love this song,"I squealed. Without warning I grabbed his hand and spun him around, subtly pulling him further from the door.

"I really shouldn't-
"Loosen up. What's your rush?"I asked, grinning at him. Glancing at the room with his friends, I saw it open. Before my job could get harder I pulled him even further in the crowd of people where he had no chance of being seen.