Psychopath. (On hold)

Chapter 1: Him

Brooklyn, February 2010.

Cold. It has been raining since he got there. His hair was now soaking wet, and that jacket he was wearing to protect himself from the harsh weather, wasn't doing much of a good job anymore.  

Black. He was in his mid forties. He was standing in that dark alley for more than half an hour. Hands in his pockets, leaning on a wall. Waiting. 

The sound of footsteps made him stand straight. Little by little, a figure appeared. As it approached, it revealed a guy wearing a large hoody covering his head.

"Hector?"

"What took you so long man?"

 "I'm here now so, quit bitching." Hector glared at him "Watch your tongue, kid." 

 "J...Just give me my money. I'm in a hurry." 

 "You seem nervous. You're new huh? I haven't seen you before. What's your name?" Hector asked and the guy in the hoody blinked. "Non of your business." He said defensively. 

Hector raised one eyebrow and shook his head disapprovingly. The guy sighed "The name's Keaton."

 "Tell your boss not to send little kids to do his work." Hector said giving Keaton a large envelope. "How old are you anyway? is he hiring minors now?" 

Keaton looked up "I'm old enough"  He hissed, taking out a small little Zipper Poly Bag from his pocket and giving it to Hector. "Nineteen. If you really wanna know.

Hector chuckled then he turned around and left.

Keaton shook his head and sighted putting the envelope in his pocket. He then took off running.

Arriving at his destination, he slowed down. He knocked on a metal door. Three knocks. 

"Who is it?" a man's voice called from the other side.

"I'm a messenger. I have a package for the Boss."

The door opened revealing a tall bold man. He studied him from head to toe.  He then gestured with his head at Keaton to come in.

 "Up stairs" The bold guy said "Second door to the left" 

Keaton nodded and walked up the stairs.  In front of the door, there was another guy. The minute he saw Keaton coming, he knocked on the door once, opened it, went in and closed it behind him. Keaton stood there, waiting. Not even a minute after, the door opened and the guy came out.

"Come in" he said.

Keaton went in and the door closed behind him.

For a second, he thought that the room was empty. But then, he saw a man staring out a window.

"Do you have my money?" the man said.

"Yes"

"Did you count it?"

"I didn't think I.."

"That's okay" The man said not bothering to turn around. "Take a hundred bucks and put the rest on my desk"

Is this some kind of a joke? Keaton thought to himself. There must be like five thousand dollars in there!  Keaton opened his mouth to protest but he was interrupted by the man's voice.

"I know what you're thinking, young man. You'll get the rest later. Depending on your commitment to this job."

Keaton sighted. Then he opened the envelope to take his part of the money.

"Like I said, a hundred bucks. I'll know if you take more." The man said.

Keaton took the money and placed the envelope on the desk.

"The client asked me to tell you something, sir" He wasn't sure Hector really meant for him to deliver the message. When the man didn't answer him tho, he just continued. "He said tell your boss not to send little kids to do the job"

The man let out a cold chuckle.  "I don't like being told what to do." His tone made Keaton stiffen.

"You can go now." The man said. And with that, Keaton turned around and left.

He walked for about ten minutes under the falling rain until he reached his building. It was so old that it wouldn't be a surprise if the sealing fell off.

He walked up the stairs and reached his apartment in the 3rd floor. As soon as he was in, he headed straight to the bathroom to take a shower. 

He sight in relief as the hot water hit his hair, his face, flowed down his shoulders, and then his entire body.

After wearing some warm pajamas, he settled on the couch in front of the TV with a beer in his hand.   

He was watching a wrestling show, but  wasn't really paying attention. He was lost in his thoughts. He hated this life; he hated being told what to do. He has always lived with the idea that he was the master of his own self. He sat his own rules, his own boundaries and he didn't care about anyone else but himself. But he chose this path. And he promised himself that nothing and no one would ever stop him from reaching his goal.