A Killer's Lover

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Scott Hoying had a kill list.

A list of people who pissed him off the most. It always came along with him on his trips, and the only reason why he carried it around was so he could mark off the names of the people who parish in his wake. New names were added all the time; probably too many for his own good.

But we're talking murders here, not baked goods. Some would probably argue that one is too much, but when it's your profession it's your lifestyle.

He sat in the corner of the waiting room, sharpening his switchblade while he waited to be called in for his next assignment. He found it easiest to keep an eye on everybody in the room from the corner. Considering that the competitive business of murder was tight and there were only so many to go around, HQ brought in their best to dish out the jobs to.

Scott was called in on the daily. That had to land him a place on other kill lists, too. So he kept an eye on things.

A woman with dirty blonde hair pulled back into a bun stuck her head out the door, and she motioned for Scott to come to her with an evil shark-toothed smile. He stood, tucking his blade into his back pocket for safe keeping as he followed her through the doorway. He heard it lock tightly behind them.

Now, Norma wasn't the prettiest girl in the world. Her features actually were beautiful, but almost in a cruel, cold mask kind of way. Her eyes were blue, but she wore grey contacts to add to the effect.

And of course, the first thing that Scott noticed about her was her teeth, which she fiddled into sharp fangs like a vampire. She looked like a model out of a Halloween Playboy magazine.

Scott just called her Sharky.

"Where have ya been, Scooter?" She asked in her monotone voice. She always sounded like she was on helium but with a boring speech pattern. Scott amused himself every time he tried to imitate her.

"Around," he answered, spitting on the floor behind him. The facility usually smelled so potently of sweat and copper that you could practically taste it.

"I thought that I scared you away. You don't spend the night anymore." Norma's cruel smile formed once again. She had a habit of bulging out her dead grey eyes when she talked.

"No. You? Scaring away a dude? Impossible," he mumbled sarcastically.

When he heard the door closest to him on the right abruptly swing out, his hand immediately went for his blade. But he relaxed when he saw that it was just some staff from the building.

He still kept his hand in his back pocket, though. Just in case.

To live in relative 'harmony' with other killers and assassins in the same room, you always had to be on your guard. You don't start anything, and you stay as far away from them as possible, so you can't be talked into doing a double mission. Those are harder than solo jobs, and Scott would know. He'd done so many with his father until he got busted and locked away on a life sentence.

The ass deserved it, Scott would say to himself.

You also never know if somebody claims to be someone that they aren't.

He was brought back into reality when Sharky started speaking again.

"Well, you know that the drinks are on me when you finish your next job." She winked at him, and she stopped walking. "This is your stop."

"I just might take you up on that," he answered. "I'll be around."

"Don't I know it?" She shook her head, smirking. She gave him a firm slap on the butt before he entered the dimly lit room.

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