Killer From Purgatory || BBS

Chapter 7

The engine of the stolen Porsche roars down the highway, the driver having anger pulse through his veins as his eyes stay focused on the road ahead of him. Music softly plays throughout the car, which had fresh new plates so no one would notice it wasn't actually his. Although, he wasn't particularly worried about being caught, seeing as he was on his way back to Hell, back to his job.

Back to where no one knew anything about him, only how much he charged for spilled blood. Where he was known for precise cuts and the ability to do wondrous things when it came to killing. Returning to Hell meant returning to the only place that held no lies or secrets, because no one knew him.

No deceitful angels to twist the ideas and morals he had in his head. No humans to tell him their warped ideas of right and wrong, their ridiculous methods of 'moving on'.

As far as Scott was concerned, he would find the way that would erase the past, no matter how much he had to pay for it. And if that meant killing a few people along the way, so be it. Even if there was only one person he wanted to kill, he knew it wasn't a good time.

Why would he grant Jonathan the mercy of a swift death, when he could drag it out, just like he did to Evan?

One by one, Scott would make sure that everything that made Jonathan's life great would crumble at his feet. Every. Single. Thing. And just when he's at his worst, his most broken, he'll throw him a bone, he'll let him stand, walk around, breathe. Let him fall in love.

Then shoot his love in the chest.

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"You really just brought us to the inner city? I lost my snack cake for this shit?" The man's deep voice shouted as they exited the vehicle. His angry gaze turns to the driver, who spins his keys on his finger as he pops a stick of gum in his mouth. He locks the car as everyone gathers next to him, the keys being shoved into his pocket. "How high are you?"

"Hey, back off." The boy who sat in the passenger seat snapped at his deep-voiced friend. "He brought us here for a reason." He crossed his arms as he defended the driver, who slipped on his sunglasses as he ran a hand through his long white hair, beginning to walk forward. "Didn't you?" The passenger stared after him with a smile.

The driver turns back to his friends with a smirk, bring up his hand and gesturing for them to come forward, to follow him.

"Of course I did. You see, I have an important meeting to attend."

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John. That was the last name on his list. His last scheduled client for a while, his crime season had passed its peak, the strongest, most well-paying vendettas of Hell had been satisfied. Soon, he would be traveling back to Earth for the next hunting season, where twisted humans would wire as much money as it took to ensure the murder of an enemy.

If Scott were still human, he'd do the exact same thing, as long as it meant that he didn't have to kill Jonathan himself. He knew what happened to Guardians when their assignments get injured, what he didn't know was what happened when one of their assignments died before their time.

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TWO YEARS EARLIER

"I'm going to kill him, that son of a bitch can't hide from me this time! I will put a stop to his idiotic antics once and for all!" Scott paced up and down the floor of his living room, Smitty watching him as if he was an alien. His charcoal wings peaked out from underneath his coat. Temper flared under his skin, running through his blood as it pumped in his heart at a rate above normal.

"You can't do that Scott-" the demon whipped around at his words, his dark eyes staring him down, turning the words in his throat to air.

"I can do whatever I want to, Smitty. He killed Evan, he deserves to die!" Smitty flinched as he saw red take over his friend's eyes. He knew that Scott wouldn't be the same, but he had never imagined he would act like this.

"I know you loved Evan, Scott, but what about Craig?" He tries a different approach, softening his voice.

"What about him?" Scott calms down as well, ceasing to pace and instead looking at Smitty with interest, waiting for him to continue.

"He's Craig's assignment, and Guardians get hurt when their assignments do. I've seen it, Scott. In that warehouse, Evan almost killed him himself.....but he also hurt him and Craig a lot...would you really do that to someone Evan cared about?"

Scott looked down at the ground, thinking, his eyes inspecting the carpet underneath his feet. He had seen it a dozen times over, yet he studied it's features as if it was his first encounter with it.

"Evan cared about me, and Jonathan still shot me when he knew it would hurt him. Sometimes, Smitty, doing the right thing means hurting the people you care about." He marches to the door, pausing with his hand on the knob. "A word of advice, Smit," his grip on the knob tightened as he found the strength to speak the truth, "if you get in my way, I won't hesitate to hurt you, too."

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PRESENT DAY

Ice cubes clanged against one another as the demon brought the straw to his lips, the bitter iced coffee flowing down his throat smoothly. His dark blue eyes stayed glued to the door as he watches a group of four men approach the coffee shop, he pushes his sunglasses up, shielding his eyes from whoever sat in front of him.

"You're just here for a meeting? That's so fucking stupid, John, the hell is wrong with you?" A deep voice comes from his right, Scott continues to sip at his drink, unfazed. "This dude doesn't look like anyone important-"

"Shut the fuck up and sit down, Swagger. If you insult John one more time I will not hesitate to-"

"What are you gonna do, Fitz? Hit me? Please, you're weaker than a kitten-"

"You son of a-"

"Gentlemen, what a pleasure, and such colorful vocabulary. Are you aware that this is a fucking important meeting?" Scott snapped, placing his drink on the table as he stood up, inspecting the bunch. His eyes fall to a white haired man wearing sunglasses. "You must be John, we talked on the phone?"

He nods. "Of course. You know, I was surprised that you don't have an assistant or something, must be tough doing this job all by yourself-"

"If you intend to flatter me you can stop right now, I'm not so easily charmed." He sits back down, gesturing for the four men to do the same.

John complies immediately, Fitz following suit, and the other two sitting down as well, but with a bit more hesitation. "I've never met such a creature of virtue, I'm sure whoever captured you must be very proud, you don't see men like you around very often." John puts his elbows on the table, smirking at the demon as rolled his eyes, sipping his cold beverage before getting back to why he was there.

"I told you, John, I'm not easily flattered. Now, what exactly can I do for you?" Everyone besides John looked confused, glancing at the demon as if they didn't know what he was talking about. "John, they do know you're hiring a bounty hunter, right?"

"Hitman, you get paid to do this." Swagger snaps, his deep voice causing Scott's head to swivel towards him. His dark blue eyes are covered by the sunglasses. "Besides, are you sure that you're not hiring us? You don't look very professional, if I'm honest."

"Swagger, shut up. He's the best in the business and if you're not going to show respect then why don't you just wait in the car?" Fitz snapped at the friend beside him, Scott takes notice that he is once again taking John's side. His tilts his head slightly.

"That's fine, not everyone understands what I do, but that's not my problem. Those that do understand, however, usually hire me, and frankly I am not one for small talk." He takes off his sunglasses, letting them hang off the collar of his shirt, one of his hoodie strings gets tucked behind the lenses as his dark eyes meet with John's bright ones. "So what exactly do you want from me?"

John smiled. "I'm glad you asked, pretty boy."