Killers Don't Love

Just good at it

"Tony?" My voice came out in a monotone, professional, and emotionless as it has always been for thirteen years.

"Is everything alright? and They're not climbing down on you, are they?"

"We had a contract Tony, contract." I suck the smoke from the cigarette on my lips.

"Where are you?" He sounded serious.

"Smoking." I simply said.

"Ah, Anderson." He sighed exasperatedly. "If you can't sleep, I'm still available to give you some warmth." I can hear the slight tinge of a laugh in his voice.

I feared the worst for him. If he continued giving me so much importance, he'll end up broken with a life scar. Tony confessed been a killer by profession, but it's all a lie, he was never good at killing. in the Mafia word I classified killers in two groups, the morph, and the empath, the morphs type are cold-blooded killers. They kill as they breathe, the pleading eyes of their victims leave them indifferent, but the empath type are those who let their victims stares get into them and eat them whole, each death is a sort of burden to them and guilt starts washing over them driving them crazy, Tony was that type. He could've been a popular rapper if Ben hadn't forced him into his world, the dark one of death.

"f**k off," I spoke tonelessly and hang the call.

I lifted my head to gaze at the dark sky the moon under siege by stars seemed to lighten the night bringing forth stars that shone and hung in the blackness. The never-ending blackness consumed everything. Except for the stars which stood out like pebbles in front of a storm. Ever enduring these shone with the night cowered in an inky black sky. It seemed like guerrilla warfare as the darkness controlled the sky yet the stars controlled the gleaming spots of where they originated.

I allowed my eyelids to fall totally shedding my view, prolonging me in pure darkness. The hoot hoot of the mysterious owl had stopped, replaced by a high-pitched scream of agony. All I saw was those dark brown eyes showing pure hatred. I can still feel the cold metal sliding down my back while I scream, but help came no where, all I felt was a strong wave of dysphoria.

"Pussycats don't sleepwalk." I was snapped out of my world by the sound of his smoky voice.

My eyes flashed open, and once again I was conscious of my environment.

"Scared of the monsters under your bed?" I asked while bringing the cigarette to my lips.

"No, but I'm scared of those dark eyes that project mystery." He leans on the balcony with a lopsided smirk playing on his pink lips.

"Just maybe if you stay away, you won't be harmed but the demons in the darkness."

He approaches me, once he was close enough he slowly rip my cigarette, and suck on it blowing a dangerous slim trail of smoke, some people will just make a big puff but he chose the slim trail. "I'm not scared of demons, nor the devil himself."

My lips curved in a mocking smile, "I guess they live in you too, but mind you, your soul belongs to them." I started making my way back to the hall when I felt a strong grip on my ankle. He pulled me closer way too close, that our lips almost touched under the moon staring at us.

"If they live in you and your soul belongs to them and vice visa, then we're soul mates." He stares directly into my eyes, his amber ones penetrating in the locks of my soul.

I stare back not breaking our eye contact, I'm not the type that looks away first, "maybe..." I trailed off, the expression on his face was blank but his eyes showed interest and confusion. I slip my hand on his waist gently so it rubbed on his skin, I brought it down in his pocket and pulled my tactical knife out. "If my soul wasn't married to agony." I slowly untangle myself from him and walked away.

"Then I'll have to snatch you from the claws of agony." He called out I didn't bother to turn around not this time.

"I'll like to see you try," I called out in response.

I almost forgot my knife with the son of b***h.

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I sat on the sofa of my room twirling with my knife. The window was open letting the cool breeze that came as a lullaby in. One may wonder how the breeze sings appeasing melody? Once mum told me it blows through rocks with holes to produce such a beautiful sound. Maybe someday when I'm done with all these, I'll seat on the very peak of a mountain and admire the sunset.

The door flipped opened revealing Robert. I can feel my chest burn from irritation, It took me all not to sigh or roll my eyes.

"You're perfect inspiration for a painter. Laying there on the couch with your legs crossed over each other like a diva, twirling with your knife, with the window wide open letting the weak sun rays reflect through your dark eyes causing them to glitter like gold the darkness long gone." He grinned

"Wow, you're such a poet." I gave him a fake smile, he fell for it.

"No, I'm not, you're an inspiration. I can spend the world day staring at you, I'm pretty sure God added some supernatural features to you and he spent time forming you." He stared straight into my eyes, his blue ones showing affection?

My lips curved in a smile and I slowly stood up walking to the balcony, he followed right behind me.

"We had the choice, the choice to choose between two worlds the light and innocent world or the dark and cruel one. We chose the dark one and in the dark one we have only one king the devil, he plants his claws in our souls and sows his seeds, all we are is a sort of instrument of destruction deep down we're dead no inspiration, no love, no heart." I said while staring at the thick green forest, the sun was going down the horizon, the sky color in a weak yet appeasing orange-yellow, its ray was weak, darkness slowly took advantage of the rays and cover the land.

"I love the way you view life." He shoved his hands in his pockets, "you're pessimistic, and so is the world but rarely do people notice."

From the corner of my eyes, I saw him smirk, his expression was deep and thoughtful, the only question that pops up in my mind was, what was he thinking?

"There is a feast going on Downstairs, father is to celebrate you and him." He smiled, I notice it was a fake, something is going on here something dangerous, more like a secret, a big ugly one.

"I'll be right there in a few seconds," I responded with a small smile. He nodded and left.

I wore a deep v neck black evening dress, with a long split down my leg. As soon as I stepped on the stairs every head turned to admire me, this is one thing I hate about my beauty, but nevertheless, I remain indifferent.

Robert waited for me at the foot of the stairs, he wore a brown three-piece suit with a smug grin plastered on his face.

"Can I have this dance?" When I was within reach he grabbed my knuckles.

"Sure." I smiled.

We walked to the dance floor, he grabbed my waist pulling me a little too closely, I placed my hand flirtatiously on his shoulders and we sway.

From where I was I spotted Kendrick making out with a girl, she wore a short strapless ball gown, like it was not enough her back was exposed, the type of dress that will make any man go crazy.

I felt something inside me, I've never felt like this before, it was like a great storm inside me, my heart pounded dangerously but I kept a straight face.

"I will like my Queen to be your clown. So vicious yet dangerous holding a great mystery behind her dark Irish." Robert's husky voice interrupted my unknown emotion.

I look straight into his eyes with a coy smile playing on my lips. "Don't judge a book by its cover." I simply said.

"Rather by its content? That is bullshit, if the book in question is unreadable, you have no other choice than to risk all you have just to know what is behind those dark covers." He leaned closer.

"I'm a solitary Queen, no king, no companion, all by myself in the darkness, my only friend it's darkness itself, and this is how I'll live till death." I maintain our eye contact.

"Maybe one good day, a king will conquer your heart and banish your darkness forever." I shook my head.

"Fantasy and fairytale remain behind the cover of a book forever."

He shrugs, "you know how to obtain what you want, huh?"

My eyes searched in the crowd and once again settled on them, this time he was glaring at me, with a slight frown, his amber eyes burning like flames. I couldn't help but smirk, I winked at him before returning my gaze to Robert.

Who said women weren't better at hiding emotions than men?