The hooded boy jumped off of the dumpster, and sighed while wiping his trusted blade with the cloth that he carried around. Once he was done cleaning his blade, he threw it into his backpack. The boy stood in an alleyway, waiting for his boss to arrive.
In an hour or so, he had finally arrived. The boy rolled his eyes and threw his hood off, waiting for another assignment. His boss walked up to him, and let out a raspy chuckle.
"You done with Freddie, my puppy?" He said, making the boy give an annoyed look.
"Don't fucking call me that, old man." He growled in between his gritted teeth and suddenly, his back was against the wall. The man had one hand gripping onto the boy's neck, and glared at the younger boy.
His breath hitting the boy's face, and it stunk of smoke and alcohol; which made him want to vomit.
"I call you whatever I want, because you're my bitch." The man growled, before letting out a laugh. It sounded as if he needed a cough drop, and it made the younger one annoyed. The man let go of the boy's neck, and he rubbed his neck while glaring at the man.
"Whatever, just give me my fucking assignment so I can finish this shitty job." He said, and the larger man laughed once again.
Crossing his arm while raising an eyebrow, " shitty job? I was thinking of keeping you as my worker for life since you're one of my best assassins." With that the boy groaned.
"Listen, caveman. I hate this job, so give me my next target and all of this will blow over!" The man ignored him, and took his cigar out. His lighter taken out of his dress pants and went over the tip of the cigar, lighting the cigar. The boy waited in impatience, and tapping his feet on the ground.
The man took the cigar out of his mouth to speak,
"Your next target is Jack Johnson," a sigh in relief escaped the younger boy's lips, he was glad that it was somebody he wasn't familiar of. "His location is at fern road 2142.. Blonde, blue eyes, and lip ring like yours. Good luck, also he's a difficult one." The man said, as the boy scoffed.
"Difficult? I think you mean simple." He said, making his boss erupt into laughter.
"That's what I like to hear, Gilinsky.. Now, go knock him dead." The man said as Jack turned around while putting his hoodie on, and walking away.
"Oh, I will.."
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I'll do the jacks side of story soon, I'm really tired so.. Yeah
