Death Incorporated (Book 1)

Chapter 2- Violence Like Poetry

I looked around at the sleeping guys and sat up, gently shaking Ricky until he woke up. "Mm? Chris?" He said sleepily, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"We have another assignment..." He groaned softly and nodded, waking himself up. "What do we have to do?" He mumbled, standing up and stretching.

"17 corrupt businessmen. Lucien gave us this one so we gotta do it." He groaned and went to go get ready, walking slowly until he'd woken up properly.

I grabbed a gun holder and put it on under my hoodie, making sure I had a loaded gun hidden in case something went wrong.

I also had two knives in my pocket and another gun. Ricky walked in wearing an over sized black hoodie, jeans and his combats. He'd also put his hair up and had his mask in his hands.

"Ready?" He nodded, and went to grab some of the weapons we'd need. He grabbed two guns and four knives, probably because he worked better with knives. He smiled at me softly before putting his mask on, hiding his beautiful blue eyes from me...shit.

Anyway, we left around 2 am, climbing onto a different roof and I re-read the message, so I knew where we were going. "Where we going motionless?"

"Two streets down, three blocks across Horror." He nodded and we ran swiftly, jumping from roof to roof making sure we were going as quick as we could.

And we got there in 15 minutes, a new record. We entered the same way as before, but quicker this time.

"Ill take 7." He nodded at me, and I watched as his body language changed, making him more invisible and less detectable.

He vanished like smoke, and I followed likewise. I ran into a huge hall, and saw the 7 I was targeting. Lucky me. I shot two of them in the head with both guns, and 4 of the 5 left ran.

The 5th pulled a gun out and shot me in the head, breaking the mask.

I glared at him with blood running down my face and he stumbled back as I advanced, the hole in my head closing up almost instantly. Guess the bullet had passed through my head.
"W-what?!"

"You can't kill that, which have no soul or life to take. Remember that." And I shot him twice, running and easily catching up to the others and shooting them.

The hall was covered in blood with dead bodies laying around. I think I finished it in 10 minutes, which was pretty quick considering I had been shot.

Now, surely I'd finished way before Ricky, so I ran and climbed up the outside of the building, feeling kinda cocky and confident. But when I got there, there was a slight problem. He was already fucking there, smoking and laying on the roof. "How the fuck?"

"This shits easy for me. Remember, he did say he'd give us different abilities." I nodded, trying to remember that fateful night.

-flashback-

"I'm sorry guys, but motionless can't carry on. All the inspiration has gone." They nodded and I sighed, wondering what I'd do for a job now. The he appeared, dressed in a black suit. He looked really formal, and prideful.

"Gentlemen. I heard you're experiencing a lack of inspiration. I'm here to help you guys."
"And what do you want in return? Our souls?" Ricky sneered, and I didn't blame him. This guy made no fucking sense at all. This dudes gotta be high.

"All I want is your assistance. In return, each of you will be given abilities beyond comprehension, and you'll also have a unique ability that will help you fulfill the missions I give you."

Maybe we should, I thought but I didn't voice my opinion yet. There wouldn't be much of a point.

-end-

"Come on Motionless. We don't wanna be here when the cops get here. If we did we'd be fucked." I nodded, he did have a point. I hid my broken mask in my pocket, and I was grateful that my head had healed before any blood dropped onto the floor.

Cause if it did? We'd have to clean it all up. And that's just annoying. "Race ya back!"

"Oh you're on Horror." He smirked at me and after the count of three, we went as quick as we could trying to beat the other one. I think I got back pretty quick but.

Once again, Ricky was laid on the roof, a cocky grin on his face. I frowned and he jumped down, walking towards me. "Now, what should my prize be hm?" I shrugged, not knowing or caring.

He then surprised me by pulling my shirt until I was against him and he kissed me, wrapping one arm around my neck and the other went in my hair. I wrapped my arms around his waist, gasping when he pulled my hair.

He then started a battle for dominance with his tongue and kissing...which I shockingly lost.

He walked, so I was going backwards until my back was pressed against the bus and we kept kissing until he flew backwards, panting softly.

"I-im sorry....i-im gonna go to sleep..." I wanted to tell him he shouldn't be sorry, and that he had nothing to be sorry for but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"Same. Night." And we both cleaned up before going back to sleep, with him in his bunk and I slept in the area with the guys.

I just hoped he didn't realise how I felt about him..or if he did, then I hoped he felt the same way.
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