Chapter 7
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Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, sexual moments mentioned, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, musical/singing moments and bad flirts.
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Pull themselves up. The demon is pushing themselves to complete their set of sit-ups, feeling the effort and sweat on their forehead.
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Just as they reach the final one. Their phone starts vibrating, interrupting their workout. A low hiss and quickly does the last one.
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A gloved hand reaches out to grab the phone. A small flip phones. Goes to answer it while wiping their sweaty forehead. "Five minutes."
"Is this Hush?"
"Wasting important questions." Lift the gun backup to stare through the scope. Hear the cursing quietly.
"Don't be your still a newbie I heard around the block."
"How terrible for you to call me." If only this little smart ass knew their names. Then things would be really different. But at last got to 'start over'. "Who the target?"
"Not a target. Just be a part of group- "
"Goon work not my thing and I'm a solo guy. So, you're wasting your time thinking I'll be an errand boy." Gets up as he starts to stretch. Walk on over to open the fridge and pull out a water bottle.
"It's just one heist."
"Ha!" Knows this game too well. Just sees them as extra arms to be hired and easily replaced. Fresh meat. Kill off to see who will be valuable or not to survive. Then see about either rehiring you again. "Pass."
"It's for one the underworld."
"Aw I must have really caught their attention."
"Silver Tooth."
Now that is not a name you just don't throw around. Lean against the sink as he hums to himself. Took his time drinking down the rest of the water. "That's a ballsey name to be throwing out. Along with you expecting me to believe someone like him needs a goon."
"Yeah well, this case is special. You in or out?"
"Details."
"That's not how it works."
"Correct if I was the goon type."
BUZZZ!
Pull another phone out. Glance at the time. "Times up."
"What? Hey I'm trying to give you detail!"
"Well, I got a job to do. Call back when you have actually got some details. Or work that not with others."
"Listen you little cocksuck- "
Click.
Tap the phone against his hand as he thinks a bit.
Silver Tooth.
That really is a big name. Along with odd.
Sure, it can be a common name of sorts. A title. But one to use wisely unless a copycat is around. Suppose to be one of the tops in the underworld. Old time as they get. Along with what he hears thought dead. If not the guy either dead or someone taking over.
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FanfictionError Aka Moxxie enjoying their life. Sure, they live in Hell. Trouble around the block 24/7 of all kinds. Got some new trauma. New experiences of every sort, bad and good. But hey it's better than their life before! Maybe they won't sue the void...
