The Gun For Hire's Bounty

Chapter One ◬ Fairy Blunts

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I hold the large, green fairy blunts close to my lips. I suck it in and exhale a cloud of smoke as I stare at the dark starry night sky.

Feelings of bliss slowly wash over me with every puff I take. It’s magical.

So, magical I forgot that I’m supposed to be running right now.

There’s a man under me who is currently bleeding out, drowning in his blood. I smile as I press my sharp heel deeper into his neck.

“Please...”

I take a puff of my blunt before sparing this beautiful specimen of a man a glance. He has blonde hair and eyes so bright, they could be stars in the sky.

“Have mercy on me.”

I blow all my smoke in his face.

I snicker, hearing him cough uncontrollably and gurgle desperately as he claws at my ankle, trying to pry my foot off its rightful place.

On the necks of those rich, those powerful, and those liars who make empty promises. All those who took vows of wanting to help the disadvantaged and the impoverished, but never did. They instead helped make it worse.

“Please!”

I lightly tap on my blunt, letting the pieces of ash fall into the man’s eyes.

I smirk as I hold up my blunt back to my dry lips. “Funny. I don’t remember anyone ever taking mercy on me.”

“I’ll give-”

Once I see the red and blue lights of police cars, I stomp my heel all the way through the man’s neck, finishing him off. I look down at him. “Bye, Peter.”

I walk away into the dark alley before I can hear the police sirens arrive at the scene.

"EVERYONE SCOUT THE PERIMETER WHILE I CHECK ON-”

I hear a sea of gasps and gags, making me feel deeply satisfied with what I have done and what I will continue to do. Till I die.

I open the sewer cap and climb down to the sewers of Relics City. Once I’m in, I carefully put the cap back on.

“Elite, Peter Willis is dead. NOTIFY THE FAMILY IMMEDIATELY!”

The rotten sewage, fecal matter, used syringes, and everything that’s down here doesn’t faze me anymore. I’ve been down here more than I am up there.

I carefully place my blunt in my pocket. I grab the boots I left down here and put them on. With my bloody heels in hand, I fix up my large brown trench coat and prop up my furry hoody. With every step I take, my heavy black boots barely make a sound. I’m quiet about it, just so that if I ever do hear footsteps. I know they aren’t mine.

After a while of walking in the city sewers, I reach utopia suburbia. I climb up the sewer ladder and move the cap out of my way.

I’m in someone’s backyard. A backyard so big there are three different kinds of pools back here. One normal and one rectangular. The other is small and circular. They must have kids.

The very last and the biggest of the three has a cascade with crystal clear water.

I dip my bloody heels in the pool with the cascade. The blood washes right off of them, making them look as good as new. You can’t even tell they were used to murder someone just by looking at them.

I walk up to the sliding door.

A brown kid with a train in hand stares at me. He tilts his head before walking towards the door.