When Prompto woke, he had no idea what time of day it was. It was brighter than he remember it being the night before, but that was the only major difference. His nose felt like someone had taken an elbow to it- oh wait, haha someone did. But the laugh inside Prompto's thoughts held no humor even as he attempted to check if his nose was crooked; but that just resulted in him looking cross-eyed. Prompto was stretching and trying to regain feeling in his hands when the same door from earlier opened and the same man in the shitty suit came in. Damn it. "Good Morning, Prompto." When the dirty blonde merely looked at him for a response, he decided to continue. "How did you sleep." It wasn't a question, just a bad excuse for a conversation starter. He wanted one, well he got one.
"As good as any man can in this wonderful chair." Prompto answered.
"You're a smartass then." That wasn't a question either, more like a conclusion. Prompto smirked, despite himself.
"I must know, what was you first clue?"
"I have a preposition for you." The suited man ignored the barb and tried again after his failure to beat the bush the night before.
"And I assume I don't have a choice. Am I going to get a name to place you for?" Prompto asked.
"I do not reveal my true name; but my fellow gang members call me Mr. Suit." The man's expression was neutral as he straightened his shirt. It was then that Prompto truly looked at the man. His hair was brown and layered past his shoulders, not black like Prompto had originally thought in the dim room the prior night. His eyes weren't black either, they matched his hair and made the dirt on his face stand out. His build was fairly muscular, not much bigger than Prompto. But he was right about the other man's suit, it looked horrible on him. Prompto was amused.
"Mr. Suit, huh? Why not Mr. Weed, I like that one- it fits you. Or, no no, how about Mr. Shoes." Prompto laughed at himself. The man's stare hardened. "Lighten up, man. You are way too serious."
"Frankly, I don't give a damn what you want me to be like. I just need you for your expertise in the field of gun machinery. I need you to kill someone for me or you won't see past the day you tell me 'no.' Understand?" Mr. Suit stated. Prompto leaned forward.
"First of all, I'd like to thank you for recognizing my skill in this field." The dirty blonde grinned. "I was beginning to think my actions were going unnoticed by everyone save the trusty police team. Secondly, I need to know why you want me to kill this unfortunate soul. And don't feed me any 'it's confidential' shit or we are going to have a problem." Prompto responded, sounding pleased with himself. The man grinned, but it wasn't sincere.
"I must admit I admire how you believe you can bargain with me in the state you're in- but I suppose I'll fill you in. There is a man named Axel who killed my wife, Aqua and ever since we've been plotting our revenge. But, my men and I want him to pay but we don't want him to know it was us and risk a flat out war. That's where you come in. This is Axel." Mr. Suit held up a picture in front of Prompto of a man with spiked, flaming red hair and emerald eyes. There were purple reversed teardrops beneath each eye and he was wearing a smirk.
"You want me to kill this clown?" Prompto asked, looking at the picture. Mr. Suit shook his head. Prompto raised his eyebrows, waiting for the man to elaborate.
"An eye for an eye, Prompto. I want you to kill his girlfriend." Mr. Suit held up a picture of a girl with curly brown hair with blue eyes. She had a sincere smile and was around Prompto's age. She's beautiful. Prompto shook off the thought as quickly as he could. For a second he couldn't believe a girl like that would date Axel- but looks are deceiving. "We've hacked into their school's website and put you in all- if not most of her classes. You are going to have a senior year after all, Mr. Dropout." Mr. Suit grinned at Prompto's disgusted expression then continued. "We want you to take her to an apartment we've set up for you and take care of her there. Don't leave a mess, we want Axel to suffer- not the girl." Prompto nodded.
"What's her name?"
"Morgan Strife." The man answered immediately. Prompto's eyes widened. The man nodded as if he knew what Prompto was thinking. "Cloud Strife is her older brother. Take him out if you have to, but I wouldn't recommend it."
"Really? I wanted to go head to head with Cloud I'llfuckyouup Strife." Prompto retorted. I'm in way over my head. Just then, two men jerked his head back, opened his mouth and implanted a tracking device on his back molar. Prompto jerked forward but it was too late. "What the hell was that?"
"We wouldn't want you skipping out on us, Prompto. It was nice doing business with you." At that, the brown haired man stood up and walked out. A handkerchief was placed over Prompto's mouth and nose and he inhaled and immediately realized what he had done. Shit.
Sorry about the ending, we won't have to be worrying about Prompto getting knocked out again for a while. Anyway, in the next chapter we will actually meet a few new people so just think of this as another prologue. Well, thanks for reading. Comment if you enjoyed it- or if you didn't. Nothing but the plot is mine.
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