Don't Say My Name (Hitman!Jones FF)

Prologue

Alfred sat silently at the World Meeting. The usual chaos was blaring in the background, and for once, Alfred wanted no part in it. He had other things on his mind, such as what time he'd show up at the bar and how long he'll sweet talk the ladies until he brings them home and kills them. 

It's always been kind of hard to place Alfred as a mass murderer, but throughout history, he has been able to successfully kill hundreds, maybe even thousands, of people. Sometimes it'd be to help his people, other times, it'd just be because he was bored or had someone on his back.

"America? Are you alright?" Alfred's Canadian brother, Matthew, asked. He seemed to be the only one noticing that Alfred had been staring at a bottle of red ink like it was the television. He blinked a few times and looked back to his concerned brother. 

"Oh, I'm fine Maple Dude!" The American exclaimed in his usual attitude. Matthew looked at him, concerned, but then went back to his usual seat. Alfred let out a sigh, pushing his chair back and standing up. He straightened out the wrinkles in his uniform and head out. No one would notice his absence in this chaos.

As he walked the halls of the building, his phone rang. It echoed against the emptiness and he quickly pulled his phone out. It displayed a blocked number and unknown caller, he pressed answer. He held the phone up to his ear, looking around to see if there was anyone around to hear him and his conversation.

"Hello? Is this,er, Hit-man Jones?" The caller asked, his voice just above a whisper it seemed. A smirk reached Alfred's lips.

"Who's asking?" He replied, wondering how the caller knew his number. "And as for your question, why do you need to know sir?" 

"Why else would I be calling for a hit-man!?" His soft voice became a harsh whisper.

"You could be a police man with a lame attempt to catch a mass murderer." Alfred was about hang up when he heard a frustrated groan come from the other side. 

"Look, I know who you are." He said harshly. Alfred's ears pricked and a frown set on his face. "I know your colleagues, and where you are right now." 

Alfred growled into the phone, wanting to yell and throw it at a wall. "What do you want, dude!? Who is it you want me to kill?! Just shut up! Say nothing! People could be listening to you!" His voice was two levels lower, three forms harsher.

As he listened to the other's breathing, he stormed out of the building and sat in his car. "Speak or I will hang up." The breathing continued for a few more seconds. Alfred thought he hung up for a moment.

"Matthew Williams." He said softly. "Matthew Williams, the Canadian one with the bear. Your brother." Alfred stopped for a moment. What would he say? He can't let the guy go since he knows too much, and Alfred has never been known to turn down a request. But the way the man said it, Your brother, it made it seem like it was a test. 'How ruthless is this Hit-man Jones?'.

"Why Matthew? I'll only agree if you give a valid reason on why I should kill him." The American replied after some time. He was the heartless Hit-man Jones, he didn't even have that much of a connection with him. No one would notice he is gone.

"I want to see how strong you are, Alfred." He seemed like he was teasing him.

"Fuck you. Don't say my name, EVER." Alfred spat. "After the deed is done, I'll see you at the location you specify. Around 5PM tomorrow." The American hung up and drove over to Matthew's house.

Mm, okay. I know I suck at writing because I haven't done it for the last three months. But prologue, yay! Fuck me.