D is for Dead Man
By
Archerelf AKA
Dante's Prayer
Yeah, I tried another account but it didn't work out. So i'm transfering my work to my other one, the Archerelf account
Because I am Dante's Prayer too, I don't want to get emails that I'm plagiarising my own work, oki?
Onto the story
These probably will end up being One-shots.
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Inuyasha screwed the silencer onto the SIG Pro he was holding. Not like he had any other choice in the matter, because the fact of the matter was, he hated guns. A man's strength shouldn't be gauged by how accurate someone can fire a compressed ball into another's skull. Even with demons in the pack, no, going by your own speed and strength alone would have to do the trick.
Humans were too jumpy with them and demons were cocky without the things. And half-breeds? Well, this one would rather rip the muscle from your bones with his own power. If you couldn't get stronger by yourself then train more. If you couldn't get stronger then, well, not his fault and he didn't want to deal with it.
If you cut to the chase, he didn't like most types of weapons these days. It was part of the job that he used them but that didn't mean he had to like using them. At all.
Seriously. He had a sensitive nose, eyes, and ears.
Mace was one annoying little thing he'd come to hate. Burned like hellfire in your eyes and mouth but he rarely used it on the job. It just wasn't handy: it only knocked out the eyes but then the injured idiot would use his mouth to scream into oblivion. No, silence was closer to the name of the game, if it could be considered a game at all.
Shotguns, or any type of long gun was another on his useless list. Required both hands to do and generally were loud enough to alert anyone in the vicinity that someone was getting whacked. Which was no use at all, essentially.
Clubs were out too. It was just barbaric. A club is essentially nothing more than a polished piece of would. And you have to hit him hard enough and in the right spots otherwise; you couldn't get the job done correctly. Might as well pick up a tree, spray some furniture polish on it and beat the mark over the head with it until he hemorrhages.
Which was no bloody use at all. Poisons were tricky because generally they did the job. The only variables were when and where. If you had one that slowly killed a man, he might call 911 for help. Or if you were lucky, he could be stupid and pop an antacid and pray it was a hangover. Most of the people he was set out to mark and bring down weren't stupid. Which made the job even harder for the rest of the assassins trying to bring him or her down.
And being precise was such a pain in the ass. It required too much concentration. Slipping a noose over someone's head and strangling them to death required minimal involvement. You just needed to watch if they decided to flail at you from behind. In the end, was it worth it?
Depends on the size of the job, the complexity of the mark, the tools needed. Always exaggerate the difficulty of the job to get some more dough of the cheap employer. Most of the times, it was a new man who was angry with a poker buddy and wanted to teach them a lesson.
That type of person needed to swallow his own stomach acid because frankly, it wasn't worth the aggravation. Unless they were willing to pay, big time.
Inuyasha as it turns out, was hired to hit an ex Navy general who was making a name of himself in the papers and in the media. He had some strong opinions on gun legislation and even stronger ones on demon control. Inuyasha was hired by a group of irate demons who wanted him dead. Well, almost everyone wanted him dead, or at least the half of the demon/hanyou population that was alive and incensed enough after hearing him speak.
Now, you needed to create a plausible situation in order to whack someone. If you start firing off in the middle of a crowded room, you're ten out of ten going to be arrested and sent to jail.
Don't try the insanity plea, it almost never works.
Some situations require getting close to the mark, like at a dinner party being at their table. Some require a dark alleyway and the moon shining overhead. In this case, it would be damn near impossible to get near someone who has security detail like the Pope.
That was, at least at public functions.
Get your basic stats first. For example.
General Hideki Hirosha
Age: 55
Ethnicity: Japanese
5'9
189 pounds
Dark hair
Black eyes
-Known to frequent bars and his favorite drink is a scotch on the rocks. Loves and supports prostitution and is known for booming voice. Credentials include: 36 years active service, honored general in the navy etc.
Now, Inuyasha generally hated this type of person for a few reasons.
Anyone in government always had their own agenda and
Anyone brain-dead enough to want to get rid of half the population of free Japan must have issues.
Hey, he was getting paid for it and he didn't know the guy personally so he felt no guilt whatsoever about having to kill him.
Now usually, Inuyasha wouldn't venture out on the night of the full moon. His blood receded to become human instead of half demon. But a human is exactly what is needed to cozy up to a drunken Navy general who hates demon kind.
Inuyasha looked at his assortment of tools on the bed. He would, of course be using the things he hated to use. But, it paid the bills.
2 SIG Sauer's with a back up clip for each.
1 Silencer
1 stun grenade
1 switchblade
1 'sleepy pill'
Inuyasha smiled fondly at the little pill. It dissolved instantly in alcohol and intensified the effects. Even the heaviest drinker would melt like putty in the hot sun to this thing. The best thing was, it wasn't affected by anything that didn't have alcohol in it. He could chug 10 of those and if he wasn't drinking anything alcohol based, it would do nothing at all.
He packed to go, locked and loaded if you pleased. He knew how to conceal weaponry, that was the 101's class. His intel indicated that the General had been going to the same bar for years and sitting in the same seat. He'd always arrive at 10 and order his scotch in anticipation of a hangover and a long day the next day.
Well, he might have a hangover but his day would kind of be the same for the next million years. Dead.
Inuyasha dressed simply and mostly in black. He tied his now black hair back, because washing blood off your hair is such a bitch.
Inuyasha took in the night air with the deep breath. It was cold for October; normally the heat would have melted anything. But the weather was turning colder and colder.
He was let in by the bouncers and sat to the right of where the General would be.
The buxom blonde bartender came over soon after.
"What can I get ya?"
"Water in a vodka glass. Old habit, trying to quit." He had no intention of getting drunk tonight and playing the part of a reformed sinner seemed to fit. She raised an eyebrow but then nodded approvingly.
There were no demons in this bar. There was dim lighting, a scratchy old TV set, a gaggle of washouts in the corner and him. He was front and center at the bar, a spot he detested. Inuyasha hated being the center of things and it was just as well, you generally don't want a bull's eye on your butt if you're trying to be stealthy.
Soon the door swung open and another man was admitted, the Mark.
He didn't need his ears to know who it was.
The General nodded a greeting to Inuyasha as he sat down.
"Scotch on the rocks. Make it a double."
"Bad day?" Inuyasha murmured. He took a long sip of his "vodka" and set his dark eyes on the small man before him.
"Do you know how hard it is dealing with all these blasted demons?" he retorted, taking a long sip of his booze.
Inuyasha thought back to all of the times he had issues with his older brother and other demons. All the fights he'd gotten in because he was a half demon in a demonic or human world. Of all the humans who tried to kill him on the streets unsuccessfully because they didn't like what he was. He had lost count of the number of broken wrists he'd given out to all those who tried to pickpocket him because they thought he was a thieving demon. Not to mention all of the demons who had put up a hard fight with the 'half breed'. Specifically all the ones he was hired to kill.
"Yeah. I do."
"What happened to you?" the smaller man asked.
"Got a demon for a stepmother." He lied. He found lying to be extremely easy these days. "I tried to live a year but moved out at 16 cause she was raising hell." He took another sip of his faux alcohol. "Couldn't deal with it. Slow death, living in a demon family."
"Grew up in a demon neighborhood. They killed my family. Shot down in cold blood. Never caught the killers but I know it was the demons."
Already Inuyasha was ready to kill this freak. Demons almost never used guns in random 'gang' warfare, they considered it beneath them. But this guy must have had a prejudice against them for some reason or another at a young age. This would just make it even easier.
A pair of fellow demon haters at a bar made everything easier to lull the asshole into a false sense of security. Then, when he was drunk out of his mind, it would be even easier to slip the pill into his drink. When he finally left, all Inuyasha would have to do was gag him and kill him. He decided early on that he wasn't going to bother with modern weapons. All it took to dissolve the 'greatest mover and shaker of demon kind' on earth was a simple slice across the windpipe. It would too easy to make it look like a mugging. A dark street corner with no cameras or people on it late at night? Too easy. Way too easy. What anyone in their right mind would know is not to drink and drive alone especially high-ranking morons with a vendetta against demons. It was too easy to pick off humans these days. Only one half demon would know better than that.
Inuyasha was right in his predictions.
An hour later, the General was spilling his guts on everything under the sun. All Inuyasha had to do was look a little tipsy with laughter and no one would know the difference. No one but the bartender on duty but she had gone home. A substitute would take over till midnight. Inuyasha was sorely tempted to wait to kill him at sunup, when his demon side would take over control.
"So, like I was saying," the General slurred. "I'm introducing a bill to put bans on the demons. When it gets passed then I'm gonna work to put them all in cages, like the beasts they are. Filthy dirty bloods."
"You said it man. I'd totally vote for you." Cracked Inuyasha.
It was almost too easy.
"They take away our jobs and they kill off our kids. They're nothing but a race of parasites, sucking the rest of the humans dry." The General continued to slur and preach to the remnants of the bar on what he'd do to the "filthy demons."
At midnight, after lst call, Inuyasha pretended to stretch and look at the clock.
"Midnight already? I should get home soon to the missus."
The General stood up as well and turned around. Inuyasha discretely slipped the sleepy pill into the remains of the General's drink.
Inuyasha tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to the scotch.
"If you paid for it, you might as well finish it."
The General nodded blearily and gulped the rest down.
Inuyasha let a smile grace his face for a split second but then brought it back to a neutral expression.
"Gotta head out," the General started.
Inuyasha nodded and stood up as well. Inuyasha pulled a pair of black gloves out of his pockets and slipped them on quietly. To anyone else it would seem like he had cold hands but anyone trained would know better: the less DNA, the better. The government had never managed to catch him. They both walked out together and Inuyasha turned left.
"Don't you remember, you parked over here?"
Drunk people are so easy to manipulate, Inuyasha decided. The General actually broke into a smile and turned to walk toward him. He followed Inuyasha down the dark alley and was soon pined to the wall with a gag around his mouth. Inuyasha's leg was in the General's groin while one arm restrained his arms. His other arm was around the neck of the General. And he didn't look happy.
"Listen closely because I'm only going to say this once. I'm a half demon. My brother is a demon. We only kill when we need to. You humans are the pathetic ones. You can't understand us so you have to kill us. The tables are turned. You're dead."
Inuyasha pulled his knife from his pocket and made two slits across the throat of the General. One with practiced accuracy and the other to make sure he was really dead. Or on his way anyway.
He cracked his knuckles and pulled the blood stained gloves off and took out a plastic bag from his pants pocket. After storing the gloves in the bag, he replaced them in his pocket, retrieved his keys and walked away. The scene was hopefully clear of DNA, if not, then there were thousands of people in the city. His wasn't in any computer that he knew of.
Inuyasha's cell buzzed in his pocket with a text message- most likely the amount they'd pay him for killing someone else. He shut the buzzing thing off and replaced it. He started to walk away: his work here was done.
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