Roy:
“What the f**k, dude? Like what the actual f**k!” I am yelling on the top of my breath as I stare at Hudson, my roommate, as he applies a pack of ice on his shoulders. “Why in the hell did you do that? I only left the room and you saw a paper hanging on the kitchen counter with names of people meant to be dead, and the best thing you think of is ‘why don’t I help?’ and then you grab a freaking knife, wear a mask and attack people you don’t even know.”
“Calm the f**k down, dude.” Hudson says, wincing as he presses the ice on his shoulder. “That’s how it works, you keep the paper, and I help you out.”
“Not anymore.” I sigh, to be honest, we operated that way, sometimes when I was tired to go on kills, I would simply drop the paper on the counter and Hudson would finish up the job for
