The Soulmate AU

Who you are

Sweet silence, all up above a city's high building. Alone and free. Wind gently blew, like a nice caress on your cheeks and hair.

"What a soothing display..." You sighed, relaxing from the perch you were using today. From the rooftop of that business tower, the city in its whole splendor was there to admire, and no one could disturb what was yours to treasure. After all the work and contracts you had to complete, gaining such a moment like this one appeared as a great achievement.

Blackbirds and ravens came nearby, landing on the metal bars to rest their wings. They were alongside you, eyeing the town below with the hive of people passing by.

So many to walk these streets, unaware of your careful eyes gazing down on them...

It always gave you this predatory sense, one you couldn't describe with words, but felt intensively through the flutters of your heartbeat. A call of the inside, changing your thoughts into more primal needs. You watched carefully, analyzing each human that soon became preys to you, all marching their own paths.

You were the bird, who would soon lock onto its next victim.

But the sudden buzzing of your cellphone destroyed this animalistic instant. All the others flew away, some letting their feathers fall back where they used to stand. Soft groan escaped your lips, knowing all too well the reason of this call.

"Here." You blankly answered to the phone, taking a nicotine stick by the way to chew it while talking.

"Is the Blackbird still on watch?" This was the old, tough voice of your boss. You hummed in approval. "For a prey will soon come close..."

To that, you didn't respond directly, eyes darting to the scene below while you went your way to a corner of the tower that allowed you a passage to another, smaller building. Parkour was easy since you practiced it every day, for any reason. And as soon as you arrived by a better spot where you got a great view of a wide place, you noticed the one designed as the prey.

A business man, one of the co-leader of a prosperous society, although he was supposedly dangerous because of a growing influence, and suspected to be into many different affairs, such as money laundering, abuse, and harassment.

Today's client had asked to dispose of him. For he was a threat for the rest of society itself.

"The prey is loose." Was your response only then, voice low and somewhat distorted because of the mask you now bore on your face, to hide away everything but your glimmering (e/c) eyes.

Boss hummed, finishing along his own task before ending the conversation. "Then hunt, little Blackbird."

Four simple words, and the fate of your victim was sealed.

From the safe hideout of your jacket, you took out a special gun. One to be assembled, and was as precise as a sniper. The prototype was still put to the test, and you were the only one to bring results. Thanks to the time spent on this piece, you knew how to use it to almost perfection, along with some personal adjustments to make it more easier for you. As you were done, you hid in the shadows, dark clothing helping you blend in perfectly, and prepared yourself for a single hit. You had a single chance.

When the man walked right when you wanted, the bullet went out without a sound. He dropped dead, shot at the head, in the middle of a crowded street.

Cold, easy kill. Such was the simpleness of your job.

Being part of a gang, and mastering the art to kill, was no common job. But you were a hitman. Morals long gone or twisted to fit your work, still you didn't care much about that. That was your identity now.