**Woah. I have no idea where this came from! I don't know if I am going to continue writing on it or not... It was just a random idea I had! Tell me what you guys think and if I should continue...? And if I did continue, would you all read it?
It wasn't like this was something new. Oh no, it was far from it. And the further Arthur's hand climbed up his thigh, the more looks he received from the passerby's. No one could ever mind their business...It was no matter.
Arthur would spill their blood if he had to.
Clutching the top of his gun, which was perched in his holster, he let a wide smirk form on his face. Yes. This was going to be brilliant. The pink nurses gown fitted against his sides perfectly, showing off his curves and legs. Of course, he wasn't there to show off his body. But he was going to kill someone. He was going to kill someone that meant the world to him.
Antonio Carriedo.
A laugh spilled from his lips as he staggered towards the brown haired man, who had no clue about what was going to happen to him. He was minding his own business...Clueless to the world around him. How lovely it would be to see his spilled blood painting the white walls of the building.
Antonio turned, walking towards the elevator at the far side of the room, back facing Arthur, laughing with one of the nurses. She was a kind woman...Someone that Arthur had talked to once when he acquired this 'job'.
Patients, some sick and some dying watched him, but said nothing. It was as if they could see what his sick intentions he had and they were too horrified to do anything about it. Either that, or they were thankful that he wasn't going for them.
The woman that Antonio was speaking to turned the corner, leaving Antonio an open target. Arthur removed the gun from its pouch, raising it up and opening it to make sure a bullet was lodged in the chamber before closing it back up.
Antonio neared the elevator as it opened, a woman that worked in the hospital approaching Arthur with a shriek.
"G-Gun!" She screamed, but Arthur only moved her out of the way and grabbed Antonio, throwing him into the elevator and letting it close, pointing the barrel of the gun to the middle of his forehead.
"Good evening, Antonio. It's time."