His Eyes Were Purple

A New Job

Knock, knock.
I awoke quickly and jumped out of bed, picking up the baseball bat that is always beside my bed and aproched the door. See, the thing is in my line of work you have to be real careful and never keep your back turned.
Knock, knock.
I opened the door and was greeted by a machine gun pointed at my face.
"Well thats no way to greet a man at his own door, here try this." I said grabbing the barrel of the gun, melting it and bending it upwards.
"There much better."
"Mr Shappter, you sure are a hard person to find." Man number 1 said.
"I do not like the use of that name around me. I'm not truely 'human' so I can't have a 'human' name, and I'd prefer it if you didn't use that name." I said through my teeth. But hahaha what are names anyway, just a title a lable, a lable of difference to outcast others, to show who is 'normal' and who isn't. I was trying to control my anger because it looked like I had a new job offer.
"Mr Shapter our boss will be requiring your sevices at exactly 11:30 am thursday at The Docks, don't be late our boss doesn't like people being late." said man number 2.
"Come on you guys I'll lead you out." I said resting an arm on each of their shoulders and leading them to the door. Just before they got there I set alight and burned them all to ash, I then opened the door and brushed their remains out into the street.

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The Docks is another mobster hideout, full of drugs, money and cigars. Its a filthy place where the high ups come to get their fix, do business deals and just a general hidey hole in which mob bosses and the like can relax. But security was tighter than normal today it must be one of the big hitters in tonight. I walked into the main wharehouse which was completely deserted.
"How strange, it seems we might have a real big hitter here." I thought to myself. The main wharehouse was normally filled to the brim with goons and henchmen with the mob bosses sitting in the center but not today. Well guess it was one of the guys who owns the place. As I walked further in I noticed a figure at the far side leaning against the wall.
"Ah so you must be 'The Boss' and by the way you have the power to clean out the main warehouse completely you must be big. Why would a high up guy like you need a low down guy like me?" I said.
"Because a high up guy like me needs your 'special' talents. You know you've gotten yourself quite a big name in the underground and I hear whispers that your one of the best, now's your chance to show you are the best." he said.
"Sooo sounds like you've got me a big job, something real hard. But it all depends on the price." I chuckled maliciously.
"You're a very clever man even though you have lived on the street for most of your life." he said.
"I like to keep myself educated." I said.
"But anyway price is of no matter to me, its the information and humilliation of your target that matters." he said.
"Well then we have a deal." I said.