The Rent-A-Cop
PsychoChick
Disclaimer: Merle is mine, the boys are not. I'm making no
money from this.
He was bored. Bored, bored, bored, bor-hungry.
Boredhungry, boredhungry, boredhungry.....
Merle sighed and shifted his weight from his left foot to his
right. It was the same thing every night-- stand around for six hours,
patrol every half hour, making sure the empty warehouse he guarded stayed
empty. At least, as empty as a bunch of cardboard boxes could make it.
He had never understood why he and Johnson-- the other guard, on
the other side of the building-- had been hired to watch over a big empty
room. It was a waste of money. But then, Merle thought back to his
family, and stopped wondering altogether. Money was money, no matter the
employer. This was just a short-time gig anyway, and it paid well.
That was all that mattered.
Shifting again, Merle checked his watch, then leaned against the
wall. He had ten minutes till patrol. Focusing his eyes on the far
wall, in an effort to stay awake, Merle listened to the rats in the
walls. They were being awfully loud; louder than usual.
It almost sounded like wet shoes....
Turning towards the sound, Merle let out a strangled gasp, as
something ripped down his back. With a gurgle, Merle sank to his knees,
hands behind him, trying to feel where the pain was coming from. Above
the roar in his ears, he heard someone curse, and the fire in his back flared
up even more as he was pulled backwards, which almost detracted from the pain
around his neck.
Trying to grasp at the thing around his neck, Merle leaned
forward, in an aborted attempt to get away. The thing around his neck
tightened, and darkness finally descended upon him.
***
"Balinese, hurry up!" Aya commanded, and Yoji rolled his
eyes.
"If Siberian had done his job in the first place, I wouldn't
be cleaning up after him!" the lanky blond replied.
"Hey!" Ken objected. "It wasn't my shoes that
alerted him!" The soccer player stared pointedly at Omi, who blushed.
"It was the rain," he protested.
"Oh, sure, blame Mother Nature," Yoji said, and Omi
blushed harder.
"Hey, you, stop!" came a voice from the other end of the
building.
Omi turned in one fluid motion, his crossbow up and fired before
the guard could say more, the arrow piercing the other man's heart.
"Two down, none to go," he said.
Aya nodded shortly. "Let's go."
The hunters of the night continued on their way, never-minding the
swath of blood they had left behind.
**Owari**
