Friend or Foe?

57 6 2
                                    

It was Killer's first time in Hell. It was a shitshow, but still not the shitshow he imagined it to be. Given the chance, Killer believed he could have fun in Hell. For now, though, he would have to stay put in I.M.P headquarters. It was clean. Blitzo knew how to make an assassination headquarters look inviting in terms of Hell. "Hey, Killer, let me show you around!" Killer shrugged and followed the Hellhound. She'd introduced herself as Loona. "..." Killer wiped away the goop on his face before chasing after her. "Ok, so this is the briefing room. Whenever we get a job, we meet here by my dad's order. Across the hall is the summoning room. The restroom is right next door. This is my dad's office. People aren't usually allowed in unless he needs to talk to you. Adjacent to that is where everyone else works. The last door is the waiting room where all our clients will be until we can kill whoever they need us to." Loona led Killer into their office to get him a desk and set up. The skeleton followed quietly with only one thought in mind that had him confused.

🔺️🔺️🔺️

"So, got any questions, Killer?" Millie and Moxxie came in so they didn't have to deal with Blitzo ranting and raving about the new guy. "why does the dog call the munchkin dad?" Loona bristled in offense while the couple instantly backed away on reflex. "I'm not a dog." She growled. This was why she wasn't friendly with people. Killer didn't seem to notice or care as he looked Loona in the eye. "alright. furry then." Loona snarled and lunged on Killer. A knife pressed against her neck while claws dug against his. "I'm not a furry, I'm a Hellhound!" Killer didn't blink. "is there a difference? i'm not exactly versed in this world." Killer spoke so calmly, as if he didn't think she could kill him by squeezing down. "Loona, sweety... maybe you should just... take a walk." Loona growled in warning at Millie. "i don't understand." Killer said suddenly. "..." Loona finally let go, stalking off. Killer sat up slowly, brushing his fingers against the small punctures. "i don't understand. what i'm supposed to do." Killer's tone seemed blank and robotic. "You should apologize, Killer. That's the right thing to do." Moxxie explained as if it should have been obvious. It wasn't. Not for Killer.

🔺️🔺️🔺️

Killer went out after Loona. He knew the apology wouldn't be sincere. It was hard to be sincere without emotions that weren't curiosity and hate. Killer tried to sense for Loona's soul and ended up turning left down the street. He ignored the decaying demons in the streets and succubi trying for his attention. Killer only had one goal. Find the dog. Apologize. Get the answer to his question. Killer ducked away from a couple of Hellhounds going at it on the sidewalk and twisted around the corner to find her in an alleyway, smoking a cigarette. "loona." She bared her teeth instantly. "How the Hell did you find me?" She snarled, about ready to tear Killer a new one. "i'm sorry." She stopped short. Killer decided to keep going. "i can't feel emotions very well. i have crossed more lines than i realize, so i have a lot of enemies. i am sorry for crossing a line." The silence stretched at the two continued to stare at each other. Finally, Loona sighed. "I'm adopted. That's why Blitzo is my dad. And I'm not going to pretend to understand what you mean by 'not feeling emotions well'," She quoted with her fingers, "but I guess... I can accept your stupid apology."

A Killer TimeWhere stories live. Discover now