Join Me In Hell

Death and Life in Las Vegas

If Yuuri Katsuki was going to be honest to himself about the whole thing , the business of death had become a bit tedious and boring lately.   It was true what they said, that the first one stuck with you but after that  you generally become immune and desensitized to the whole process.  He was doing the job required of him, no more than that.   

Maybe things went easier once you see it that way.   Not people, not living beings who might have family and friends who will grieve or spend the rest of their lives wondering what became of their missing loved one.    If his target happened to be a member of his or some other family,  some other organization,  then the responses were a bit different.    These situations were expected, prepared for in most cases and often accepted or retaliated.    

Yuuri found it surprising how many of his targets were so easily taken out.    One would think if they were in this business,  if they knew all the dangers, why would they take such foolish risks? He could understand the reasons why they might have allowed situations to get so far that they'd have a price on their heads but to let all that effort to get what they wanted be so easily taken away made no sense.   

His current target was, as Celestino told him,  part of a growing number of discontents among their organization that needed to be cut down.   These people were threatening both Celestino and those above him.  It was the higher ups that instructed his boss to eradicate  the threats, to  discover who stood behind these people who would seek control over the family.   Both he and Viktor were currently tasked with  carrying out those orders,  finding and destroying those who would oppose the leaders.   Viktor had been sent by Yakov Feltsman, the man who led the Russian mafia clan his family held an alliance with,  as a sign of solidarity.  They had chosen their side in the conflict.   

Yuuri felt it necessary to redeem himself.   He would do what he was tasked to do, no more mistakes.   

The place chosen was one Yuuri frequented when in the area on business.  Through the usual compelling tactics of money and influence, the owner could be trusted to keep quiet about what went on in his seedy little motel miles outside of the strip.   Far from the lights, though you could still see them glowing in the distance as a constant reminder,  , the crowds the noise  and any police who might actually care what happened to someone foolish enough to be led to a place like this.    Most of the time victims were simply robbed, tied up and left to consider their life choices.   It depended on who and why they were lured here.  

A lot of bodies were discovered in the desert.  

Which wasn't very far from this motel.  

To his target this was simply a cheap, out of the way place he might be able to satisfy his most secret desires.   No one asked questions.  Questions complicated matters.   No one wanted to start thinking over their choices here.  

He could hear familiar noises coming from a room maybe two or three doors down from where he stood.  That explained the sole car parked there.  Yuuri had come here by taxi.   At least someone else had come here for a similar purpose. 

It was surprising what someone would do when they weren't thinking with their head.  Yuuri was no exception to that.  But he knew he should know better.  

His target came to this place, rented a certain room and waited as instructed.  He hadn't gone unobserved.   Yuuri would not proceed with his own plans if he didn't feel  at least mostly comfortable that his target wasn't aware of the danger and planned on turning the situation around.   That kind of thing happened before and he needed to be prepared.    Perhaps it would have been wiser if he'd told Viktor but Yuuri needed to prove himself after what happened.   This was a matter of personal honor.  He could fight his way out if he had to.  It was to his advantage that his targets rarely expected him to be as strong and agile as he was.  It was as if they thought his dancing was easy.