TEMPEST
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Large prospects of killing can sometimes bring easy income, but sometimes people don’t want to pay up and threaten to turn you in.
So, what do you do when that happens?
The only logical thing to do!
You cut his tongue out.
The screaming and pleading do nothing for me. It just annoys me. “I told you to pay up Mr. but you just had to go and get greedy,” I say as I toss his tongue into the fireplace. “And not just that, you had the audacity to say you’d turn me in.”
His eyes start rolling to the back of his head.
“No!” I grab his scalp and make him look at me. I know he’s in pain, so much so that he can barely stay conscious. I force his eyes to roll back to me.
He grunts desperately. ”Peas.” Globs of blood roll down his chin.
“No. No. ′Please’.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Let’s get one thing straight. YOU ordered the hit on your neighbor. YOU killed him. We made a deal, one of which I kept and one you decided not to.”
“Peas! Unge!” He cries out.
I tilt my head. “Tongue?” He nods. “Too late, I already burned it.”
His eyes practically pop out of his head. “WAT?!”
The reason this guy is freaking out is because he can reattach his limbs. However, if that limb is destroyed, in this case, by a fire and turned to ash. It can no longer be re-attached.
“Do you want me to kill you or let you live?” I ask him.
"Aive! Aive! AIVE! " He cries out, looking up at me with tears in his pretty eyes.
“You promise not to turn me in?” I ask him.
“Omize!”
“Liar.”
Before he can scream and plead for his life, I shoot him. His brain splatters all over the walls and the carpets. He falls back and lays in a puddle of his blood.
I squat next to his dead body. “Now, that will be 6k for our deal and 300 dollars for the dumbass tax. Ok?” I poke his eye. He doesn’t respond at all. I sigh.
I grab his hand and make him reach into his pocket to pull out his wallet. “Here you go Ms. Tempest, take my wallet for the troubles.”
I sigh. “I couldn’t Mr. That’s not what we agreed on.”
“No. Please. I insist.”
I sigh. “Okaaay. If you say so.” I take his wallet.
“In fact, why don’t you take everything I got?”
“Mr. I couldn’t. Really, I couldn’t.”
“My treat. Plus, you earned it. You deserve extra compensation for having to deal with a fucking asshole and dick snob that refused to pay you!”
I nod. “You’re right.”
But first.
“You have very pretty eyes.” I gouge them out.
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“Wow.” V’s eyes widen. “You did this?”
I nod.
“It looks so realistic.” She says while looking at my human eye ring and necklace with the eye of the guy who ripped me off’s eye. “How did you get it to be squishy?”
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The Gun For Hire's Bounty
Mystery / ThrillerTempest has no human bone in her body. She is devoid of all emotions, making her 'job' as a guns-for-hire easy- at least, that's what the heroes call it. She doesn't see it as a job but as a lifestyle. After all, that is all she's ever been surround...
