"Talking"

'Danny thinking'

'Narrator talking to Danny'

Chapter One

'It's weird,' Danny finally decided as he walked down the street, 'that this is how my life turned out.'

Now if you passed him on the street, you probably wouldn't even give him a second glance. He wasn't very memorable. But this is how Danny liked it. With his job, he couldn't afford to be remembered. Sure, there were the people that saw him frequently, like the barista at the coffee shop he visited regularly, or the man who lived in his apartment building who left for his work at the same time Danny was coming in, and passed him in the lobby every day, but they weren't important. Even though they know of Danny, they don't know anything about him. They could tell you what he looked like, but not what apartment he lived in or what he did for a living.

'But that's probably a good thing.' Danny smiled to himself as he passed the dollar store he went to sometimes. He was close to his destination. He would be there in ten minutes. 'Just enough time to get in before Mr. James gets home.' Danny thought to himself as he turned the corner. He could see the building that Mr. James lived in at the end of the street. He had nine minutes to get to the building and into Mr. James' apartment. Danny had been watching him for weeks, and knew his schedule by heart.

'At seven a.m., he wakes up and gets ready for work. At eight, he leaves his apartment and goes to the lobby, and arrives there at approximately 8:03 a.m., depending on how many people were coming in and going out the elevator. He leaves in his red sports car and drives to work. He would arrive at 8:30, but he stops for coffee, which makes him arrive at 8:45. When arrives at the building he works at, he takes the elevator up to the 27th floor. He walks down the hall and around the corner past 12 cubicles, says hello to his secretary and asks if he has any messages or appointments, then enters his office and does nothing but sign papers and type on his computer all day,' thought Danny with disgust.

Danny didn't know what Mr. James did for a living, and did not care in the slightest bit. Those types of jobs were a waste of valuable time, and time. Danny preferred his job a lot more than and office job. His had so much more excitement, and required a lot more smarts than working in an office did.

By now you're probably wondering what Danny's job is. He works with people, but that's why it requires him to be clever. He has to study these people, and find out how they think, and use it against them in the worst way possible. He was a murderer-

'Now that's a bit over the top for a hitman.' Danny frowned as he crossed the street.

'They both kill people, so they are basically the same thing.'

'Hmph.' Danny pouted.

Anyway, Danny is a hitman. He takes requests from people to kill someone, and fulfills it, but only if he is paid along with the request, and if he judges that the reasoning for the person to die is justifiable. This time he got a request for Mr. James.

Robert James is a successful man, who lived on the highest floor of one of the most expensive apartments in the city; he drove a sports car, and had about two girlfriends a week. But this time he had two girlfriends at the same time, and one of them found out. Now a rational person wouldn't find this justifiable (though, to be fair, Danny wasn't exactly rational either. I mean he's talking to the narrator).

'Hey!'

But Danny had been in a similar situation. He remembers him quite clearly. His name was Bradley Walker, and he had brown hair and green eyes. He was so nice to Danny. They had met at a club, and started seeing each other more and more, and one day Danny was going to surprise Bradley by going to his house, and hadn't called first. When he was walking there, he had passed by the park, and looked in, and on the bench was Bradley kissing another person. A girl. Danny had run home and broke up with Bradley through text. So he thought that this was a perfectly justifiable reason to kill someone.

'Please stop.'

'Sorry.'

Danny made it into the lobby, and got some strange looks considering how he was dressed; in a red hoodie and black ripped skinny jeans, he didn't exactly look like the kind of person who would liv there. He had been here before, and knew the landlord thought that it was rather rude for the person at the desk to stop someone to ask if they lived there because of how they were dressed, so they weren't allowed to stop him.

'She wants to though, judging by how she's looking at me.' Danny thought as she passed by the lady smiling pleasantly at her. She sniffed and went back to typing on her computer. He got into the elevator, and took it up to the 15th floor, where Mr. James lived. He had pickpocketed Mr. James about three weeks ago, so that he would have enough time to get another key. He put the key in the lock and turned it. The door opened smoothly, and Danny stepped in and closed the door quietly behind him. He didn't want the people in other apartments to get suspicious by hearing the door open and close twice in five minutes.

After relocking the door, Danny turned on the light and surveyed the apartment. By the door, there was a short hallway which led to the living room, which had an assortment of alcohol to the left of the door, and to the right was a couch. In between the couch and the TV was a coffee table with sharp corners. On the TV stand was the remote. Danny knew that every time he came home from work, Mr. James would get a drink and watch TV.

Danny turned off the light and sat down on the couch. 'This is nice. I want a leather couch.' Danny thought while waiting for Mr. James. He should be coming in in two minutes.

After two long minutes of silence, Danny heard the lock in the door being turned. The door opened and the light turned on. Mr. James walked into the living room while rubbing a hand over his face and turned towards his drinks. Danny smiled to himself while Mr. James poured his drink and got the remote. Still facing away from him, Mr. James turned on the TV and watched the movie that was currently playing.

Danny readied himself, and still smiling, said "Hello."