Love Kills

thirst for a kill

John and Alex haven’t said a thing to each other. John never opened his mouth to talk but only to let out the sobs of his pain that built up inside him. Alex had never seen someone so cruel yet.. So soft and broken. John walked himself back to the car to have some time alone. While Alex stayed a while, admiring the stars that slowly started to flicker as the sky got darker. He didn’t know what John was going through, but he wanted him to think it out alone. Alex was leaning his shoulder against the tree, hugging himself. He was staring up at one of the flickers stars that shined over him. “Mother… for what i’ve done so far… i'm so sorry. Beginning with John it's amazing and wonderful..” A small, soft smile formed on Alex lips. But it quickly faded away once these next words slipped out his mouth; “except for when he's out.. Hurting people.” Alex sighed, nervously kicking his foot against the grass. “I know he doesn't.. Hurt innocent people but.. I feel like it's getting out of hand. All  know.. Is that i really love him. No matter what kind of stupid shit he does.. I will always keep his freckled little face and green emerald eyes in my life.”

A loud gunshot, Screams, tears, and so much heartbreak. “John! No! I-im sorry.. Get up!”

~back to John~

John was sitting in the driver's seat of the car. His tears had dried up, and now, he was tracing his finger down a four inch dagger. One of John's favorites. Laying on the armrest, was John's Phone. He was on a three way call with Peggy, and Lafayette. Oh? Did you think Laf was the innocent little frenchmen you think he was? No, doll.. He’s Johns longest murder pall. Lafayette was the one who would find information on the next victim. Read their back story, get to know them a little better. Then he passes that information to John. Who of course is the one to end the job by ending a life. Peggy is the one to hide the body, and most of the time make suicide notes for family that might want to know what happened to the person John had went after. Assassins? No, they don't get paid to do this. And most of the time its just for fun.

“John mon ami, you have to end up telling the poor boy about you moth-”

“No way, Laf. I rather not be a bother with my problems and just take out the stress on… Laf did you find information on Charles Lee? That little prick..” John groaned, rolling his eyes.

“Y-yes.. He’s one of king’s little “pets”.. So it’ll be quite difficult to-”

“I can do it.”

“John you don't understand-”

John and Laf connected to argue over how difficult the kill can be. Peggy finally gave up with their bickering and cut them both off “both of you need to stop. John go ahead we know you need  kill so go after the next guy you see and don't hold back. OR you both can't stop being termites and just go after Lee, he isn’t always by king’s side like that Sam fellow. Im sure you can take hi-” John ended his side of the call. He felt unnecessary anger building up inside him. He picked up his phone and sent a quick message to Alex since he wasn't in the car yet

Jack: [hey babe.. I’m not doing so well so.. I'll be out on a walk.]

not even five seconds past and Alex already replied.

Lexi:  [okay! Don't do anything stupid, please.. Love you! Be safe!]

Jack: [love you too.]

Alex bit down hard on his lip to John’s reply. He could tell he was hurting with the “.” He forced himself to turn his heel and start walking back to the car. John had already dashed out. He left his sweater in the car and was now wearing a black T-shirt along with black jeans. On his belt was his dagger and besides that was another 2 inch knife. He knew exactly where to go, what to do, and who to go after.

The Laugh from a thick southern accent and snerks from a always sick rich bitch was filling the ely. John could only hear the laughs ahead and the sound from his own shoes hitting the small puddles on the sidewalk. John growled, stepping closer and closer to the laughs and giggles. John seemed like some sort of shadow, giving a dear glare to the one and only Thomas Jefferson. Thomas had James pinned against the wall while kissing his neck, maybe even biting to leave the red marks that covered James’ neck and collarbone. Thomas’ pants were slightly tugged down, revealing the rim of his boxers. John rolled his eyes, stepping closer. “Gross…” he whispered to himself so that neither James or Thomas would hear him. James’ annoying moans only made John reach for his dagger.

Quick kill? Or slow suffering?