Rainmaker (Logince)

Rainmaker

Time travel hasn't yet been invented, but 30 years from now, it will have been. Disposing of dead bodies is virtually impossible, with the insane amount of high tech DNA scanning and the like, so the people of the future have developed secret and likely illegal technology. They send criminals back in time for assassins, loopers, like Roman Prince, to kill them.

Like most killers, he remembered the faces of every single person he'd killed. They were engraved into the back of his mind as hard as the bullets he's put in them. They're so impossible to forget that he sometimes wonders how he got into this job in the first place. Was is money? Protection? None of it was worth it.

The job pays quite well; fitting, as loopers need to live off of the money and keep quiet about it, but Roman would much rather have a life that isn't polished in red. He'd worked as a Looper for 7 of the 30 years of his life. Killed 1,476 fugitives. 834 males and 642 females. Just over 210 people a year. He'd kept track mentally over the years, though he was not one for statistics.

And despite all of the years of his training, he couldn't kill the 1,477th.

They usually send them back with bags over their heads like lambs to the slaughter, but this one was free from all that.

Roman could see his face. The fear in his eyes was more piercing than the intense color. He was so mortally human and it sent him over the edge. His finger drifted away from the trigger on his gun. There was no way.

"Well?" The man asked me, his eyes manic and wide. His hands were tied behind his back and he was drenched in sweat. "If you do not proceed to kill me, your life will go downhill faster than the economy crashed before the Great Depression."

And Roman should have killed them right then and there, but being the useless gay that he was, he decided against it. All he could do was stare, wide-eyed and in shock, until his mouth figured out it could move and his voice decided to produce some sort of intelligible noise.

"Tough luck," Roman replied hoarsely. The man's voice had shaken Roman out of his shocked state. Be unloaded the gun and dropped it in the dirt. "Someone as handsome as you will probably be worth the trouble, anyway."

"You were supposed to kill me, and you have decided to flirt with me?" The man raised his eyebrows in the most disbelieving manner I thought possible of barely changing his expression.

"It would be a shame to kill such a beauty." Roman sighed, walked over to him, and sat down, regaining confidence by the second. This was more so his element than pulling triggers. "How'd such a tall drink of water wind up in such a bad position?"

"It would make little to no sense. The situation is remarkably complicated; it would have to be told year by year." The other man rolled his eyes in an air of superiority, but then stopped and barely breathed, "I've not even been born yet."

"For someone who looks so much like a nerd, I'm surprised you're thinking of time as a linear thing." Roman raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

"For someone who comes off as such a hopeless romantic, I'm surprised you haven't won me over yet." The man retorted in Roman's exact tone, only more bitter. He looked down. "At least take me on a date before trying to get with me."

Roman scoffed at this. "I am not hopeless. I am a romantic, but not a hopeless one. And as soon as I'm sure you won't attack or possibly kill me as soon as I untie you, I will take you on a date. Maybe a restaurant and then a movie, but I don't really know what exists in your mind."

"Just take me to a restaurant that you enjoy. Everything changed when I was nine anyway." The fugitive squinted as he looked up at him. The sun was right behind Roman's head. "You do not yet know my name."