A/N: I decided to write a couple drabbles based on words from a random word generator, this one was 'cash.' I guess a little bit of N/C if you squint.
I never liked the word 'cash.' It was demeaning to money. You paid in cash when you dealt with shady business. Sleazy lending places advertised 'fast cash.' It was unpleasant in all ways and had no business in the Dethklok empire. I dealt with money. I took care of finances. I wrote numbers in a ledger at a nice desk in a nice office. Money was official, clean, efficient, commanding. Cash was dirty, necessary but unpleasant.
My livelihood was money. Even the less, ah…savory aspects of my job still involved money and not cash. I had an attachment to the term 'blood money.' I technically did not deal with it, of course, I never let the responsibility of a death land with Dethklok, I just liked it. Everything I did had to do with either blood or money, often both. This time it was just blood though. The most carnal, basic form of blood—rage.
He was some faceless businessman, pitching a clothing line the boys would never go for.
I was just trying to get him out of the office as quickly and politely as possible. "I will propose the idea at the next meeting but, ah, that is all I can promise."
"That really can't be necessary." He really thought he knew how this worked.
"I'm afraid it is, you are asking to use their image, after all." I could see Nathan coming down the hall. I really preferred to keep the boys away from business like this too.
"But you make the decisions?" It was a kind of question, my least favorite kind.
"I can assure you that this business belongs to the boys." Nathan stood in my doorway like a comically oversized kindergartener waiting for permission to come in. "Nathan, ah, would you just wait here a moment?"
He nodded and plopped down without an ounce of grace.
"Come on, he can't possibly run this empire." He argued, gesturing to Nathan who was playing with my stapler.
Was it really necessary to insult the boys—Nathan in particular? "Of course not, sir. This business is run by Dethklok, not Mr. Explosion." Nathan snorted at the formality. "I'm afraid we'll have to be going now." I began to usher him out.
"Yes, it'd probably be best to discuss business away from Mr. Explosion." He said once we were in the hall.
I waited until we were in the elevator and the doors were at least halfway closed to turn him. "Yes, I would prefer he didn't see this too." I placed one hand on either side of his face and snapped his head. The noise that accompanied was immensely satisfying. I let him slump to the floor, the Klokateers were well trained in dealing with this.
I breezed back into my office. "You want something, Nathan?"
"Uh, yeah," he stopped, grabbing at my collar and inspecting it. "Is that…blood?" He thumbed over a red spot.
I followed his gaze down. "I don't believe so." I had snapped his neck, there shouldn't be any blood.
He looked up, finding another red dot on my neck. "You sure?"
A small smile formed on my lips. "It may be."
He rubbed the blood between his fingers and snarled. "Fuckin' brutal."
I only dabbled in blood for my boys…it just so happened that this one said 'cash' instead of money.