He looked around, and the bus approached in their direction. "Now, now. Don't be scared. Everything is under my control. Believe me," Seb said and grinned and cupped Lilia's face.
"I remember the last time you said that everything is under your control; you got a bullet in your arm. Gangsters would never havea nything under their control. Believe me," Lilia smiled and looked up at his face.
"Well, this time it's different. I have his files." Seb kissed her goodbye and boarded the bus, sitting down before he waved to her.
Sandy put his hand on Lilia's shoulder and said, "He'll be alright. I can read you that guy's file if you want."
"Pray proceed." Her eyes didn't leave her boyfriend's smile and steam on the window saying, "hi".
And then the bus left the stop, leaving the two people, a moll of a gangster and the best friend of the same guy.
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"Hi," it was him. The target. Seb smiled back and shuffled a bit near the window, leaving space to show the target where to sit.
He is such a dangerous person. I've never realized. I must be crazy.
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"Martin Olive, age 26; serial killer. Native and good at the conditions of the streets at different times of the day." Sandy kept reading with Lilia, standing like a statue. "Stop at the last bus stop, lives somewhere around there. Bisexual, prefers boys around the age of early twenties."
Lilia didn't move.
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“That your girlfriend?" The target spoke.
"Yeah." Seb was still looking out the window.
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"Loves phones that have buttons but not touch screens. Decorative." Sandy's voice was drifting around her ears while Lilia was sitting shotgun.
"He didn't tell me that he's going to be a bait!" She finally commented.
"So that you can act what you think. He needs you to look sad. He has everything under control." Sandy said casually, but Lilia could feel the unsure pressure in his voice, and became a little stronger while he added, "he's the bait and the hunter. Sit back and watch."
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"Sorry, how rude am I? Name's Martin." The target introduced himself.
"So I've heard. Seb." Seb said, a slip of a smile showed around the corner of his mouth on the window side where Martin couldn't see.
"Oh, I see. Another one trying to become a one?" Martin fell into his thoughts. This one is straight and different, unlike the others.
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Sandy drove and occasionally threw in a glare at his phone in his left hand on the steering wheel.
"Find targets on his casual bus, chat with them, take them home and eventually have sex with them, and kill them when he gets bored with them. There are rumors that Martin Olive who is very loyal is looking for his true love, and that one he wouldn't kill. There are always lunatics who wanted to try their luck."
Lilia turned paler.
"It's alright, Lil. We are with the police this time, nothing will go wrong." Sandy didn't look at her.
"San Diego," she only said.
"What?" He replied, looking back and cursed in a mixture of British and Irish lightly at the car behind them, "That guy is nuts."
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"Mmm-hmm." Seb was lost deep in his head.
"Or are you with the police?" Martin narrowed his eyes and scanned Seb through from head to foot, trying to make out the true identity of him.
Seb's next step surprised him, much more everyone else on the bus. He dragged the target's collar and kissed him. Martin was forced to close his eyes.
"Well," Afterwards, Martin smiled, "That was good. I am impressed and you've passed- for now."
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"Sex?" After a long time, Lilia asked.
"Yes. Sorry, but your sweetheart would give up his..." Sandy stopped when the car behind them started to speed up.
"Damn that fu... dge!" He swore, but considering the lady at his side, changed the shapes of his lips, and at the end still was not satisfied without murmuring something under his breath like "Nother-notker".
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They were at the door of Martin Olive the serial killer. The target fished out his keys from the pocket of his jeans, "Just wait."
"Can't." Seb was behind him and his arms around the latter's waist, "Wait."
"I'll be quick." Martin was already sweating.
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Slipped between the files of Martin Ike Olive, there was a piece of paper.
Name: Sebastian William Damian. Descriptions: A good undercover actor. Head of a police-linked gang called the Mutes. Has a steady girlfriend, Lilia Jackson. Recently preparing and taking the task of the serial killer Martin Olive undercover. Please hold and follow his commands. If fail to finish, look to his second-in-command San Diego Buckingham.
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Broken
Short StoryA collection of short stories. Plain words to describe people's broken things. Everything. Narrating to show that there would always be different people, however hard they try to blend in.
