"Don't do this to me, I beg of you!" An old man trips over his own feet as he falls to the ground, throwing his hands up in desperation as another man, much younger than the other, holds up a gun. The old man catches a glimpse of the man: his spiky, jet-black hair covered by a fedora while wearing a business suit and a pair of sunglasses to cover his eyes, the setting of the two of them being under the highway not helping the older man's situation, being that there was a vast amount of shade covering them. The younger man then grins before curling his finger around the trigger, making me the older man cower in fear once more.
"What?" The younger man stares down at his victim. "Are you not going to fight back? Fighting back would mean that you would have at least a slight chance of beating me." He then chuckles and takes a step closer, the older man leaning back until he finds himself trapped against a wall.
"W-With you pointing that weapon at me will force me to stay put!" The old man retorts back, getting a sigh out of the other man in front of him. Watching as the helpless, old man attempt to swat the gun out of his hand, the hitman then steps onto the older man's leg, making him let out a grunt of pain.
"Why is it that everyone that I am assigned to assassinate has just bark and no bite!" The younger man growls as he then presses the barrel of the gun in his hand against his prey's forehead, angrily pulling the trigger and watching as the man's head explodes from the impact of the bullet.
"It pains me to have such an easy job to do! At least make it somewhat difficult for me to deal with!" He sighs and takes a step back, staring down at his helpless victim, watching as the lifeless body slumps to the ground. "The only thing I get out of this is money, money and more money!" The man bends down with a grumble and slips a ring off of the deceased man's finger, slipping it into his coat pocket.
"Oh well!" The hitman whistles and checks his assignment again, rereading the goal of the mission again as he slips his hand into his pocket. "I guess this is the end of that mission." He lets out a groan as he stretches his arms, walking away from the corpse of his victim and back into the city.
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"So you've been able to successfully acquire the ring from Mr. Kestabon?" The hitman places down the requested item onto the counter in front of him, staring up at his boss.
"You really need to understand how boringly easy these requests have been!" The hitman slams his fist down onto the counter out of frustration. "They've been so easy, that I don't even have to do hardly anything to kill them!"
"You've only joined a couple of weeks ago, so we're just taking it slowly for now, alright? You gotta have patience in order to get as far as the pros." The man behind the counter shrugs, examining the ring as he speaks.
"Fuck the rule of 'taking it slowly'! Hit me up with your hardest assignment!" The hitman practically shouts in rage at the boss. "I'm sick and tired of taking all of the boring jobs! It's either I take it, or I quit this stupid job!"
"Alright, alright! Cool down and I'll offer the job to you if you're up for the task." The boss chuckles and takes a binder from the shelf behind him, flipping to a page and tossing the binder itself at the hitman. "Bottom left, Subject 201753."
"Is this even considered a mission?" The hitman looks at the request with an impressed look. "I don't mind doing this one, but is it really reasonable for someone, a mere human, to go up against an immortal Goddess? At first glance it hardly seems possible."
"You're definitely right on that. Many hitmen have been trying to complete this one for decades without any success or progress at all. If you want, I'll double the price if you accept the mission." The higher-up chuckles and walks over to the door, opening it and giving a wave back to the hitman before exiting the room.
"Double or nothing, eh? I'm down" The hitman shrugs and rips out the paper from the binder, folding it and putting it into the left inner pocket of his coat.
As he makes his way out of the room, he finds himself confronted by nearly a dozen men, all with their pistols pointed at him.
"Hey, hey! What's all of the commotion about? Am I just that famous or something?" The hitman grins and puts a hand on his chin, striking a cocky pose.
"Don't move!" One of the men shouts, taking a step closer. "You're not getting away with taking such a high level mission!"
"But, hypothetically speaking." The hitman pulls out the mission from his pocket, tauntingly waving it in front of the other hitmen. "Would any of you be able to complete this mission?" Watching as the rest of the men glare at him, the hitman slips the piece of paper back into his pocket.
"Of course we would be able to!" Another man steps out into the circle, the other men taking a step as well, enclosing the gap of escape from the hitman.
"But in order to even do the mission," he pulls out both of his pistols and aims it at the other two who spoke up. "You'll need to be able to take it from me." Finishing his sentence, he fires both of his pistols, sending both of the opposing hitmen across the room, blood splattering against the wall as the corpses hit it.
The other men look at their fallen comrades in shock before turning back to their enemy with enraged glares.
"How could you do this to my friend!?" One man charges at the hitman with a shout, immediately getting shut down by receiving a bullet to the face.
"What are 'friends' for when you are forced to do jobs that deal with murder?" The hitman lets out a sigh and delivers a few more bullets into the other men that were spread across the room.
"I'll show you the true power of a hitman!" What seemed like the only opposing hitman left pulls out a submachine gun, pointing the barrel at his target and pulling the trigger.
Watching as the bullets fly towards the younger hitman, he dives towards a desk, rolling behind it just as the bullets pierce the wall. Quickly reloading both pistols in his possession, he gives them both a good twirl on his fingers before lifting them up and behind his head and pulling the trigger, hearing a loud scream of pain escape from the hitman with the submachine gun as multiple bullets connect with his flesh.
Standing up, the surviving hitman spits onto the floor and dusts off his clothes with a cluck of his tongue.
"Can you even call yourself a hitman when you can't even go up against one of your comrades in a fight!? You bastards claim that you're 'ready' to go up against a Goddess and you can't even defeat one, little hitman!?" He looks around the room, waiting for a response, the only reply being the silence of his deceased acquaintances. Letting out a sigh, he places his pistols back into his coat, slipping his hands into his pockets.
"What a dull, boring job this is." The man kicks open the door of the building, making his way down the street glancing up at a towering structure in the middle of the city, where his victim resided in; the Basilicom. I'll be the one to complete the mission and nobody will be getting in the way of my prey.
~Author's Note!~
Hey, everyone! We're starting another story while writing the GoL Re;Write!? And it's action!? HDNftw, what in the name of Lastation's Goddess are you doing to yourself!? I know, I know! I'm supposed to only be focusing on one story at a time, but after writing about one story consecutively for so long, you start to feel the lack of motivation, focus and attention towards that story (say 'Aye' if you can feel what I'm saying)! Anyway, so this story is just a fun story for me to write about, so I'm not sure how long this'll be, or when I'm even going to be posting the next chapter and the chapter after that! I'm still going to have the GoL Re;Write as my first priority, but whenever I have the motivation to, I'll hop onto this storyline and write on this.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed that first little prologue to the whole story of Guilty Pleasure, and I will see you guys later! :)