Warning: Some more death. Nothing up in your face, but death.
Huffing softly behind the facemask that he wore, Aran helped the drugged up idiot up the stairs, muttering about just how fucked up this shit was. The man giggled and smiled up at him in return, making him roll his eyes and got him into the bedroom, pushing him onto the bed that already held his target's husband. The woman had left on her usual runs and then she would be there soon enough. It wouldn't take that much to take her down, despite the fact that she was on the hefty side.
"Man, I can tell ya now that by the time that I'm done, you guys are going to be fucked," he groaned, pressing his hands to his back and stretching, popping his spine.
He promised that after everything was done, he was going to spoil himself with the huge ass bath in his personal home and some epsom salts. He was not built to haul a linebacker up the damn stairs after all. Of course, the idiot had made it easier by taking something that made the two of them giggly as all fuck. But still.
"I am so going to enjoy killing your damn ass," he growled at the giggly ones, shaking his head. With the two taken cared of, he left the bedroom and went to the guest room, finding the hidden panel and opening it, picking up the gun and silencer with gloved hands.
Checking his watch, he smirked to himself, pulling out his phone to check the GPS tracker that he had stuck on the targets car. She was just turning onto the street, which gave him enough time to kill the two idiots in the bed and started to set the stage. Pulling on the platforms that would give him the extra two inches that she had on him, he walked into the bedroom. He aimed and shot the two with the silenced gun.
Ignoring the now dead bodies, he walked down the stairs and stayed out of direct sight, waiting for the right time to strike on his last target.
He listened as the car pulled up to the front of the garage, the door to the car opening and closing. It didn't take her very long to start hauling her few bags into the house before she closed the door behind her. A small smile spread over his lips as he looked around the edge of the doorway, padding after her on silent feet, pressing the gun against her head.
"Ah, ah, ah. Now, now dear, we have so much to talk about," he cooed, watching her go stiff, a hand trying to reach for the purse. "I wouldn't move," he warned, nudging the gun against her head.
"So, just what are you planning on doing?" she asked, moving her hands to hold up next to her head. Aran's lips stretched further into a smug smile as he pulled out a patch, removing the backing quickly and pressing it against her neck before he pushed her into one of the chairs that sat around the dining room. Once the light sedative was starting to work, he set about doing just what he needed to do next.
No need for a double murder suicide to go wrong after all.
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Just a Little Murder
HorrorHe had a list of targets. They had been stupid and pissed off his bosses in some kind of way. So he would go for them, one at a time. He would show them that in the World of Darkness, there were Rules. It didn't matter if you were psychopathic...
