twenty one pilots one shots

17 Seconds

A/N: I REACHED ONE HUNDRED FOLLOWERS AND THIS IS Y'ALL'S REWARD ENJOY

People Involved: Tyler, Josh, and Jenna

Warning(s): A lil bit of violence

DAY ONE

Tyler Joseph entered the elevator, straightening his suit coat and fastening the first button.

"She usually gets on the elevator at 8:57," Tyler's comrade, Josh Dun, spoke through the speaker concealed in his watch. "You'll both go up to the third floor together, and you should be alone. You'll have roughly 17 seconds to kill her. Is that enough time?"

"That's more than enough," Tyler replied confidently into his watch.

"Remember, we laced your handkerchief with chloroform, so it'll be clean and quick. She won't suffer for long."

"Right."

Tyler saw it was now 8:57. The target should be here at any moment.

As if on cue, a woman turned the corner and joined Tyler in the elevator.

Tyler kept his eyes forward, so his target wouldn't be suspicious.

"Hi," The woman said brightly, her voice clear and crisp, while still having the light-hearted air of a lark.

Tyler looked down at the woman, and swallowed hard.

She was still smiling when they made eye contact, her teeth prefect and almost blindingly white.

Her eyes were an icy blue. Most people with irises a similar color to hers had an annoyingly bright shade, almost alien. But with this woman, the shade was soft... Almost humble.

Her hair was fair like her eyes and porcelain skin, like the color of treaded snow, with a few streaks of a cream color scattered about the shoulder-length curtain of hair.

Tyler drew in a sharp breath. He wasn't expecting the target to be this beautiful.

Tyler's eyes were locked on the woman, even though her gaze was not on him.

She rummaged through her purse, the organizational action taking up the rest of the little time Tyler had left to kill her.

Just as Tyler looked away and reached for the lethal handkerchief in his lapel, the elevator doors opened.

Tyler sighed as he watched his target strut away to whatever nefarious plans she had to execute.

"What was that?" Josh asked over the watch, incredulous. "Why didn't you kill her?"

"Are you sure she's the target?" Tyler asked, leaning against the elevator doors. "I mean, she's so beautiful and innocent." The trail of the target's aromatic perfume found its way to Tyler's noise, making him sigh. "And she smells so..."

"Snap out of it, Tyler!" Josh commanded, obviously frustrated at Tyler's crush. "She's killed thirty-six people!"

Tyler sighed. "I'm sorry," He said, shaking his head. "I can try again tomorrow."

He heard coughing and sniffles coming closer, and came in a man.

Tyler offered the man his handkerchief, forgetting the one thing that set it apart from other handkerchiefs.

"Okay," Josh agreed. "But you have to do it tomorrow. We have to kill her before she kills anyone else."

"I know. I'll do it tomorrow." Tyler replied.