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Your knees hurt. This was supposed to be easy. A quick in and out detour. It shouldn't have taken up as much time as this. One tiny mistake, a miscalculation of the pressure you'd applied onto the ground and the target had spotted to you.
"You're getting sloppy, someone's tired huh?"
That stupid.. agitating and sick cooing voice. You could tell who it was. Bleached white skin, the dark circles under snd over his eyes.. the significant missing parts of his visage where eyelids should have been and the jagged lines cut into the skin of his cheeks that had been sown into a long smile. In that dirty white hoodie, caked in several layers of various different blood splatters with differing numbers of age.
"Piss off would you, you jackass. I'm sure you've got more pressing matters to attend to mr im so busy."
Everything about him grinded your gears. He was always... there. Always mouthing off and saying the exact words to get you riled up. You've broken the handle of your machete thrice because of him in the past month snd the blade once this week already. It wasn't like the machetes were a hard find... if anything you'd just use a kitchen knife or scissors if the time was desperate.
You were hunched over the body. Your hair blocked his view of your face. There was some pungent smelling blood on your cheek. An open cut on your neck where the target had scratched snd clawed at you in an attempt to stop the inevitable. Your legs ache from where they'd kicked you. But the body under your shadow was a reminder that fate never stopped for anyone.
Even the most stubborn of all. His head was limp, eyes rolled back and showing the whites of em with the veins mapping across the surface like rivers and streams. His mouth lay agape, foam rising from his trachea and spilling over his tongue that lolled out like a dog's.
Across his chest there were 2 deep cuts. It's not that Jeff was wrong. You were getting sloppy. You're sleepy. Tired. Need a day off of missions. You don't usually do things this hastily but there it was. Where the perfect bonds between muscle and tissue had been ripped apart lacking mercy and the crimson blood bubbled out and clotted into globs. The signs of the body's desperate attempt to keep alive.
You just crouch down. Taking the sharp tip of the blade and carving slowly. Creating a mark on the forehead. A circle with a cross in it. Like you always did. It was routine. Showed the police who it was without revealing too much.
Jeff would have just left by now. Which is what you'd think if you were a fool. He stood in the same spot under the tree like usual. He somehow always found you after your missions, like he couldn't live without teasing you at least once a day.
Both of you walked through the woods. The stench of iron from blood wafted around you both snd mixed with your favourite scented spray into a welcoming yet unpleasant fragrance.
Looming above both of you was the mansion. As you walked up the steps with the slight limp cause of your bad knees. Jeff seemed to notice but didn't say anything like he usually would. Which is weird. You raised a brow to yourself but said nothing. Keeping the silence going.
Jeff and you parted ways, he went off with ben who you just gave a short wave to. You tolerated him. He didn't do much, you usually see him by coincidence when getting a snack in the kitchen. Sometimes you'd play a game with him but he never bothered you and you liked that.
Up in your room. It was tailored how you liked. Tremain colour was (f/c) and with accents of another to match. You had an easy access route to the roof because he knows you like to go out on a quiet night. The balcony outside your window made it easier. Like now. You lay a mat on the tiles under you. Wrapping up in a blanket of choice and just looking at the clear sky. The sun had been lost to the dark blue sea that developed the sky and the dots of stars across made patterns and constellations. Clear nights were the best. Chilly enough that blankets felt safer and calm enough that nothing bothered you.
Until something did.
Creaking on the tiles and you instinctively pick up your pocket knife just to find the same idiot walking across.
"Fancy seeing you here.."
As if he wasn't intruding in your space.
"Since when did you come around here? This has BEEN my spot."
you snapped back. There was no way that this no eyelid having, hair lacking bleached bitch was gonna ruin-
"Well I suppose you won't mind to share then.."
Your spot. Speak of the devil. He lay himself down on the tiles near but not besides you. He did it on purpose so you couldn't snap at him. So you just went back to tracking constellations. You never would've thought he'd really join you... out of all people. The thought had crossed your mind once I passing. You'd expected that you'd be mad. Irritated. Angry. But.. to your dismay, you barely even noticed much... it didn't bother you much and that bothered you. You were supposed to hate his guts. Every fibre of his stuck up arrogant being. Every bone in the body that lived to torment you and your sanity. But you couldn't. No matter how hard you tried your mind couldn't conjure up a measly excuse to be irritated at him. And the thought would really ear you alive. There's no way you would like him. Ever. Hell, you believed you could never even tolerate him. And he must feel the same too. Why else would he always nitpick everything you did. Comment on you when he'd pass by or say just the phrase to get your anger to flare. There was no way in hell this guy had a single bone in his body that liked you.. There was just... no way.