Death Incorporated (Book 1)

Chapter 10- I don't hate that I need you

-8 months, 3 weeks ago-

"You, Ryan and Ricky are doing this one..." Vinny whispered, looking afraid.

We'd been given one assignment as a band, and this was the second one any of us had been set.

I was fucking terrified, but I loved the benefits from all of this. We didn't get exhausted as easily, any of our injuries healed, we could run quicker and we were so much stronger.

But we all had an individual power that nobody else had. I was able to overpower people almost silently, and in no time at all.

Ricky's was being able to move silently when he wanted, which let him creep up on anyone.

Ryan's was surprisingly helpful, he let us know whenever something in plans had changed, like he had a person telling him the future.

Vinny's was useful in some circumstances, he was able to hack into anything he wanted. Provided that he had the right computer hardware and system.

Mine was weird, I started thinking more logically than I had before and I managed to control people easily.

"Show me the message Vin." I muttered, pushing down my guilt. He handed me the phone and I sighed inwardly before reading the message.

(L- lucien, C- Chris)

L- you, Ryan and Ricky have another mission.
C- Which is?
L- a family someone wants dead. In return, I'll get you a new bass player.
C- Send us the details...
L- on it.

A few moments later, I'd been given an address and how many we needed dead. I read the message over and over again, unable to process what we had to do.

"Deal with the 12 people there, delete security footage, clean up any of our DNA...burn the place to the ground!?" I exclaimed, my disbelief evident in my voice. Ryan let out a groan of exasperation, presumably at the idea of his plans changing.

"I'll go get Ricky..." he whispered, walking down my corridor. We'd all decided to stay at mine for a while, so that if anything went wrong, we'd be able to come up with a plan in the shortest amount of time.

Ricky walked in wearing a black tee and his normal jeans and beanie, a pissed off look on his face.

His blue eyes glinted with the rage he was suppressing, and Vinny came back in a few moments later. "He's just told me what we need to do. This fucking sucks Chris!"
"I know, Ricky. But we all fucking chose it. We made our beds and now we have to lie in them."

He mumbled something about burning the beds while we were in them and I rolled my eyes. "We're leaving at 3."

"You're joking." Ryan said blandly, looking up at me with rage in his eyes.
"No I'm not. I'll see you guys in two hours." I said, walking to my room and falling into a quick sleep.

-2 hours later-

Vinny woke me up and I smiled at him before yawning and stretching. "They're ready, masks and all the wea-tools they'll need."

"Alright tell them I'll be a few minutes please Vin." He left and I climbed out of bed, rubbing my eyes before I took my piercings out.

I changed into a pair of black jeans and my boots I'd brought especially for these types of missions, and put a hoodie on before I grabbed my mask and put it on. I walked out, meeting Ryan and Ricky in the front room.

Both of them were dressed the same way as me, much to my surprise. Vinny handed me two guns and I hid one in the waist band of my jeans, making sure I pulled the hoodie over it so it was hidden, and the other in the pocket.

We left and swiftly ran, hiding in alleyways until we got to the address. Ricky gave Ryan a boost over the back fence and sighed before he jumped, silently resting his feet on the fence before he clambered over.

I grabbed the top and jumped over it, landing next to Ricky. I looked at him fearfully before three people came out, holding guns up. I didn't know what happened after that, I blacked out.

But when the darkness cleared, they were all dead. 5 laid dead at my feet, 3 at Ryan's and the others were laid around Ricky. I gulped and he frowned slightly before we walked inside.

Any footage we destroyed and I grabbed a can of gasoline, covering the entire house, garden and the front area in gas before we hopped back over the fence.

I chucked a lit match in the garden and we ran, hearing a distant explosion as the house went up in flames.

When we got back to mine, Lucien was waiting with a man, who looked familiar for some reason.

Maybe we'd played at Warped with him or something. "Gentlemen, you did a good job. This is Justin Morrow. Someone else who belongs to me. He's your bands new bassist."

He left and we stood there awkwardly before me, Ry and Ricky took our masks off. Ryan walked off mumbling something which made Ricky follow him. "Hey Chris.."

"Hi Justin. You alright?"
"Yeah it's just a lot to take in you know?"
"Hell yes." I groaned, yawning involuntarily.
"I'll see you tomorrow..." he mumbled and walked off.

I went straight to bed, ignoring my bloody clothes and pretty much passed out the moment my head hit the pillow.
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