A Glimpse of the Story

One hell of a sucky nick name if you ask me

"Pick your poison." I said to the man who was leaning against the door frame, as I sauntered over to the bar in the basement of my house.

Regular people may think that I'm talking about whisky or vodka, or any other type of alcohols. But to people like him and I, it's the exact opposite.

We are talking about poisons that can kill a man in less than 24 hours without leaving a trace or even if it did, it would be extremely hard to find much like a needle in a hay stack.

"What do you have?" He asked with a smirk that I knew all too well.

" well it depends on the person and how you want them to die. Come on Darren we've been through this process at least 7 times. I thought you would know how this shit works." I sighed while pouring whisky into a glass with 3 of those big ice cubes.

You see Darren was exceptionally gifted in the looks and brains department and yet he can't remember a damn thing about how we work out how you get what you need from me.

" for the fucking millionth time Darren, you give me the files on the person and I give you the type of poison that would work best for them." I drank some of my whisky  while walking around the bar to sit down on a stool.

He grinned at me while taking his backpack off of his shoulders, while walking in my direction.

He playfully rolled his eyes at me " yeah yeah I know, I was just messing with you dude."

He sat down on the bar stool right next to me and handed me a Manila folder he had in his backpack. And his playful tone changed as quickly as it came. He looked at me with a serious expression.

" His name is John Hepburn, or most commonly know as The Hep. Honestly I don't know why the even call him that, I mean come on that's one hell of a sucky nick name if you ask me."

" do you want me to help you out Darren or not because I can go up those damn stairs and resume watching the fucking Kardashians and make fun of their stupid shit."

I was getting irritated by him now, I mean sure he's like my partner when it comes to killing and getting rid of people and all that crap but right now I don't feel like dealing with him.

"Uh oh someone's in a pissy mood today..." He dragged out the word "today"

"Oh fuck off little D." I internally snickered at his nickname that I made for him.

" HEY you promised you wouldn't call me that anymore." He whined while pouting. "Anyway if I didn't know any better I would say that it's that time of the month where the full moon comes out and you start PMSing."

"Shut your big ass mouth unless your going to go to the store and get me shit that I need." I said with venom lacing my voice.

He rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand, which basically meant that he was either nervous or embarrassed. Which in this case he was nervous.

He started inching towards the stairs. "Well... It looks like you've go everything under control, text me when you know how to dispose of his body and what we need to use and, I'll just get out of your hair." He sprinted up the stair thinking that i was going to chase after him.

I could faintly hear him saying good bye as he slammed the door closed .

I sighed again at his antics. " what am I going to do with this boy." I shook my head a little grabbed the bottle of whisky and my glass that was a quarter full with it and trudged my way up the stairs.

" time to go watch the Kardashians now."

I made it to my bedroom where I was currently watching it and got comfortable in bed and played the show.

" if you know how I feel why would you say that? Like you know I'm not happy-" from that point on I was no longer listening, I was zoned out and sipping my whisky thinking about how I was supposed to do things .

I got two bounty hunters chasing my ass and one gang that's trying to get me to work with them , it's just too risky to do anything at the moment.

Soon enough I've had enough of Keeping Up With the Kardashians (even though I wasn't paying attention.) and turned off the TV and just went to bed, just for 10 minutes maybe 30. But I knew for sure that this would be a damn good nap.
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As i woke up from my nap, i was very confused at my surrounding for a few seconds.

wha-what? where am i? is that drool on my chin?

i looked in the mirror and remembered that i was in my room.

Oh I'm still here.

I checked the time on my phone, it read  2:13 AM.

I decided to go back to sleep and procrastinated on my work, and it was really late at night.

I flopped back on my bed, pulled the covers over me and dosed off into a dreamless sleep.