"You did an excellent work with the Olivars', I am very proud of you." Renko said, his green eyes glistening with pride. He reached for the briefcase which contained my reward. He smiled and handed it over to me over the table we were seated at. I nodded firmly and got to my feet.
"There's one more thing, mr Dorner. Please sit down." he said and gestured for the chair I just got up from. I raised an eyebrow at him and remained in my place, he had told me the last time we talked, when he gave me the names of the people I needed to eliminate, that this was the last job I had to do for a while. No one had been saying against him or had been threatening him since he had hired me. It got out, you see. On purpose of course and it became quiet as quickly as you can say death. Very impressing that my mere name put so much fear into people. I had really succeeded with myself I believed. A big warm feeling was spreading inside of me at the thought of it.
Renko gestured at the chair again. I despised how stubborn the scientist were and I more than despised that he thought he was better than me. He was a foolish old man to think of himself like that. He wasn't even wise enough to fear me.
"Alright then, John." he said and rose to his feet, facing me. He laughed and shook his head slowly.
"It is sad that you have to be this unfriendly, my son. We have been working together since you were a child." he said, trying to look hurt but I could see that it was just an act.
"I am not your son, Piotr." I said firmly, staring him down. He is a very short man. He laughed again and nodded.
"That is very true. I am not your biological father but you have become somewhat like a family to me. I've seen you grow up to be this magnificent man you are today."
"Magnificent?" I snorted. "You use me and I use you. I eliminate those who interfere with your work and you pay me, that is what is." He didn't answer, he sat down again and exhaled deeply. Gesturing his disappointment. Like something so meaningless as his feelings was any of my concern.
"I really need your help with something." he said like everything was forgotten. I raised an eyebrow to gesture him to continue.
"You will get 1.5 million dollars for it. In cash." He said and caught my attention deeply. Money always caught my attention especially that amount of it.
"I need your blood." I turned around and was on my way to the door to get out of there. That, I was never going to do. I wasn't a terrorist.
"John, please! Listen to what I have to say, it might change your mind." he shouted after me as I was about to open the door, the doorknob in my hand. I let the doorknob go and then I turned around slowly, walking towards him, stopping right in front of him. I put down the briefcase beside the table leg and then I reached over the table to face him, both of my hands on the edge of the table to keep me steady.
"Don't confuse me with a foolish man. That could be the last thing you do, mr Renko." I said slowly, staring him down. He raised his eyebrows and laughed at me mockingly. I showed my point by grabbing him by the throat with one of my hands, putting a lot of pressure on his windpipe. He gasped shockingly, grabbing my hand and tried to pry it off of him to no avail.
"Get your hands of off me!" he said but it was so low, I barely heard it. But it didn't matter if I heard it or not because I was determined on learning him a lesson in respecting me.
"Apologize." I stated. He didn't seem to be an easy learner. Maybe I had to give the pathetic man some time.
"Apologize." I repeated and put more pressure on his windpipe. He shook his head stubbornly. I felt my whole body itch with disgust and irritation. I wanted to shatter his skull right now. That would be no loss for the world. I threw him into the wall of his lab, he collided hard with it. He groaned painfully and heaved himself up with his back against the wall. He hold his arm carefully. I was filled with pride. I had made him feel pain.
I went over to him slowly, almost like I was an animal hunting a prey. I crouched in front of him, smiling mockingly at him. He was bleeding from his mouth, he probably bit his lip in the collision.
"I am not afraid of you, boy!" he spat, a little blood flew out of his mouth and onto his white lab coat.
"Then maybe you should consider that, Piotr. I could kill you right now and make you disappear without anybody figuring out where the hell you could be. You know that, you hired me for it." I considered it, I could almost hear the cogs in his head work. He seemed to have figured it out because he didn't talk back.
"You should treat me with respect. Why don't we start with you apologizing to me for your rudeness?"
"I am sorry. It will not happen again." he said, his voice shaking a bit. I felt so fulfilled. That man had been bothering me since I was five years old. Back then, he charmed my mother into a relationship just so he could get his fingers on me and my blood since he didn't have the guts to even ask my father. He had the same look in his eyes when my father came into the room as he had now, when he looked at me. Terror. Pure terror.
"That wasn't so hard, right?" I asked and grabbed his arm, dragging him up on his feet. He howled painfully because I grabbed his wounded arm, on purpose of course.
"Your shoulder is dislocated. I could fix that for you if you wish, I've done that a couple of times before myself." I said, wanting to make him hurt more but he probably mistook it for kindness. He stared at me for a while, he seemed to have a hard time to decide it. But since I knew him and I knew he didn't want to look bad in front of his 'minions', he decided with a nod that I was going to locate it back. I smirked big when he had a hard time getting the arm out of the lab coat and he caught my eyes for a while. He didn't look at me like he did a while before. His ego was still there of course but there was respect in them.
I grabbed his upper arm and shoulder and in a blink of an eye I located it back. He screamed painfully and breathed hard when I let go of it.
I grabbed the handle of the suitcase and turned around, heading for the door.
"John.." he groaned. I stopped in my tracks and exhaled deeply but I didn't turn around to face him.
"I would like you to do another job for me if you are still interested in working with me. I will give you money enough to cover our little.." he paused and laughed. "Rumpus." he finished. I turned around and nodded for him to continue. He still stood by the wall, looking pathetically fragile.
"Sherry Birkin. You'll get half a million for it." My stomach didn't agree with my face expression when I remembered Polly's words about what she would think of me if I would hurt her friend. I cleared my thoughts of those stupid obstacles. Polly was never going to figure it out. I was a professional, I knew what I did. They would never even find her body.
"A million." I said. He scratched the back of his blonde head, probably thinking about how much he really could pay me.
"Seven thousand." I laughed at him mockingly. I wasn't going to do it for under eight.
"Eight. Or else you should find someone else to do it."
"Deal." he said and nodded firmly.
I had put up a good plan for little ms Birkin. She was a thorn in my side as well but that wasn't anything that Renko was aware of. I was going to enjoy this, to squeeze the life out of that woman especially after what happened the other day when I picked up Polly from her friend.
I had been keeping tabs on Sherry for a couple of days, learning her schedule. She just got back to work yesterday and I even checked what case she was working on. It wasn't anything important and I believe she agreed with me on that one. I even kept some tabs on her former partner Richie Klimer since he was still assigned on the case where they searched for the murderer for those russians. They wasn't going to find Rosa since I got rid of her and all they seemed to know was that she was missing. They had thoughts that she was hiding but that was just grasping at nothing in my opinion. I knew that Sherry knew what was going on but she was wise enough to keep her mouth shut. Too bad I have to kill her anyway. I was going to make it fun. Sometimes it was if you had a personal matter in it or else it was like it was. I felt nothing when the life burned out of the persons eyes. Nothing. Emptiness. I guess that was why they called me the 'merciless one'.
Her apartment smelled funny. She had overdosed on detergent. Some cheap detergent too who smelled like a hospital.
I walked into her bedroom and checked the time on my rolex. She was going to get home any minute now if she didn't had stopped on her way for a coffee or something like that.
Her bed was neatly made-up but she had some clothes on the floor. I liked the smell in here. It smelled feminine. Perfume, and something else I couldn't figure out what it was but I could almost taste it on my tongue. It was like strawberries on a hot summer day. I turned around and faced her wardrobe. I opened it carefully and took a look. It was just clothes and shoes. Some people had their darkest secrets in their wardrobes in hope that no one would find it. Careless people of course. Your darkest secrets should be placed somewhere deep inside your mind where no one but you could access it. That's how you survive life I've learned. I closed it and walked out to her living room and sat down in her sofa and took a look at my surroundings. She had a lot of pictures on her walls, I noticed them the last time I was here too but that time I didn't have so much time to actually see what it was. It was of her and friends I suppose. She smiled happily at every single photograph and it was too bad that smile never was going to be seen again. Somewhere deep inside of me I felt that it was a bit sad since she was very beautiful but I shoved that thought right out of my head immediately. I wasn't a shallow person and I absolutely didn't have any time for pitying.
I heard the door unlock so I hurried to the bathroom and got there by the time she got in and closed the door behind her. I heard her small footsteps walking across the wooden floor and as I expected she would leave her bag by the door and walk to the bathroom.
She flicked on the light and gasped with shock as she locked as with me. She was quick, quicker than many other people I've had to put down. She turned around and hurried for the front door but I was quicker. I grabbed her by her ponytail and dragged her into my arms to hold her still and my hand to her mouth to keep her quiet.
She kicked and tried to bite me, she was furious. My gloves protected me from her sharp teeth or else I would probably have a pretty nasty wound by now.
"Shh.. Or I will snap your neck in a blink of an eye." I whispered into her ear. I felt her shudder for a little bit and then she stopped. I removed my hand from her mouth and then I took her by the arm and led her to the living room. She followed me submissively and I liked it. I enjoyed when I had the upper hand on situations and it didn't matter if it was when I was going to kill someone or in the everyday life.
I pushed her down onto the sofa and crouched before her. She stared wide-eyed at me, I could almost see my reflection in them.
"What did you do to piss Renko off?" I said and cocked my head with a smirk. She understood instantly why I was there. She wasn't that stupid. She looked away and bit her lip, preventing herself from crying.
"You must have done something." I continued. She turned her head in my direction and faced me with tears in her eyes.
"What do you think I've been doing? The thing I asked you to do." She started and sobbed quietly. "He needs to be stopped. He is insane, John. I know that because he worked with my father on those horrific creatures!" she exclaimed. It wasn't any surprise to me of course.
"I already know that." I said and raised to my fully height. She looked intimidated but her tears wasn't there anymore. She had this look in her eyes. The look she had the first time I saw her, every time I saw her. It wasn't fear as it should be instead it was something between disgust and attraction. It was indeed very odd. I've never seen it before. Not that mix of it. I've seen both on different occasions. It annoyed me to the brink. She was supposed to have the look of hate and fear in her big blue eyes.
"You are pathetic." I stated and exhaled my frustration. She just stared carefully at me not daring to question what I just said. We stared at each other for a long while, eyes locked. My cold ones with her warm ones. Confusion started to appear in them and she raised to her feet and grabbed my hands in hers.
"Please, don't do this." she sobbed. I snorted loudly and pushed her into the couch. She tried to reach for me but I simply took a step back so she weren't able to reach me anymore. What was she playing at? It was futile to even try to get out of this and she knew that.
"Don't make this any harder than it needs to be." I said. She dried her eyes on her sleeve and then she exhaled deeply and locked eyes with me. Dreaming herself away again like she did before. It disgusted me how shallow the woman was. I was about to end her life, painfully, and she allowed herself to fantasize about a different scenario. It must be a defense mechanism. She didn't have any other choice but to do it or else she wouldn't be able to manage the situation. I could understand that even if I didn't feel it myself but what I couldn't accept or understand was her being superficial. It made me furious.
"There is something in this world that I don't like, do you know what that is, Sherry?" I asked as I seated myself down beside her on the couch. She stared at me in confusion at my action. I cocked my head at her and crossed my knees. I smirked at her quickly, showing off my pearl white teeth. It flashed in her eyes and her gaze was fixed at my face, not my eyes, but my face. It proved my point. She didn't even tried to hide it.
"Shallowness." I answered and leaned back into the cushions. It caught her of guard. She was shocked and wide-eyed.
"Wh-what?" she stammered. I nodded slowly.
"People are so fixed with appearance. Almost everything is about it." I started. She didn't seem to even get my point. "And I've been told I am narcissistic just because some find my appearance very.." I paused and looked deeply into her eyes. "Satisfying." I finished and she got the point, her cheeks flushed. She tried to hide it from me with an act of confusion but I could see her true feelings in her eyes.
"It is not me who is narcissistic it is you who are shallow. Correct needs to be correct." She got even more red in her little face but she started to grow angry too. She felt I enjoyed to humiliate her but in my opinion it was all her own fault. Stupid woman, thinking with her hormones in a dangerous situation. She got up to her feet angrily and struck out her arms.
"Just get over with it! Just kill me!" she howled desperately. I laughed mockingly at her.
"Sit down." I gestured her to the seat she just rose from. She remained in her place and it only irritated me further. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her down into it, making sure that it was painfully. She whined and grabbed her wrist, massaging it carefully. She looked so fragile, so small. She didn't have a chance. Not even a little one. To be fair, it was very unfair.
What? Stop this foolishness. When you are done, eight thousand awaits. It needed to be done.
"Do it." she said weakly, her voice filled with depression. She had figured it out now. It was for the best to just let it go.
She turned to me, her big eyes filled with anxiety. It got to me somehow and unfortunately she saw it. Good enough for me, she didn't get her hopes up. She just acted like she didn't saw it. What in the name of God has gotten into me? She was a nobody. Finish her so you can go home to Polly. You are acting very childishly and unprofessional. I got ashamed of myself. I had to do it.
I grabbed her by the throat and squeezed as hard as I could. She gasped desperately, trying to pry my hands of off her. She let out strangled, muffled groans.
A painful hard knot was appearing in my stomach and I couldn't understand why. I usually didn't feel anything when I killed someone.
I groaned furiously and pushed her into the cushions while I still was holding her throat. It would go faster if I pressed both my bodyweight and strength into it. She tried to kick but to no avail, I held her small legs still with my own legs.
I let go of her and got up from the couch. I wasn't really sure if it was me or if I just did it automatically. I believed in the second. She coughed hard behind me, breathing desperately after every breath.
I had failed. For the first time in my life I wasn't able to perform my task. I felt ashamed, disgusted by myself. What would I tell Renko? I couldn't admit what happened because he would ruin my reputation and if that was the case then I would be nothing. I could rather be dead if that happened. The coughing had stopped behind me and now it was so quiet so I could hear my own heartbeat. Yes, I definitely have a heart. I just don't use it as much as everyone else. It is pathetic to think that the heart will take you anywhere. The brain is the one who does that.
I felt her small hands on my back, she caressed it carefully, tracing her hands up and down slowly. I didn't move an inch. Her hands came around my waist, hugging me tightly but carefully from behind. I let it happen. Usually I would probably scold her and brush her of off me like she was an annoying bug. But I couldn't induce myself to do it. It felt quite good with her small hands on my body, she was careful and insecure in her moves but I wasn't.
I tangled myself out of her grip and turned around, locking eyes with her. It was like she had a haze over them and she squinted a little bit, making her look tired. But I knew that she wasn't. She was longing for me.
I grabbed one of my hands around her waist and pushed her closer to me our faces just inches between each other. I caressed her cheek slowly and then I let my fingertips wander to her lips, touching them softly.
"I want to kiss those beautiful lips." I said and stared into her eyes firmly but soft. She wanted me to do it. Her eyes stared longingly at my lips. I smirked and leaned in close enough to do it. She didn't stop me, she was encouraging it by dragging her fingers through the back of my hair.
She moaned approvingly and the smell of strawberries hit my nose. The scent was intoxicating. It was her scent, that was why I liked it so much earlier.
The kiss got rougher, our teeth crashing into each other now and then but I barely noticed it. I grabbed her by the shoulders and made her sit in my lap as I sat down on the couch. It wasn't a problem, her submissiveness was giving into me entirely. It was so easy now. The thing I barely never did before was so easy now and the thing I had as a profession was impossible for me to do. I just wanted to feel her skin, taste her lips.
I saw that a bruise in the shape of my hands were starting to form on her throat. It must hurt. I traced my fingers on it carefully not to hurt her, she caught my action put her fingers over mine softly. I looked up, right into her eyes. Her eyes were soft and loving. She forgave me.
I let go of her throat and leaned in to trace small kisses on it. Her skin tasted so incredible and the scent from here was more than bearable. I couldn't keep it in anymore when I heard her soft moans as my lips where at her neck. I got to my feet, her holding on for her life with her legs around my waist and my hands on her back. She let out a little surprised shriek at my action. I walked over to her bedroom, kissing her plump lips and pushed her into the bed.
"We shouldn't be doing this." she mumbled in between kisses.
"Oh, but you want to." I said and thats was all that was needed for her to be quiet. She was so small in my arms, I was scared of hurting her. I was gentle and let her do it in her own pace but she surprised me. Not that she was freaky, no no. She knew what she wanted and seemed to figure out very fast what I liked so therefore it was bloody perfect. Words didn't quite cover it, no.
"We shouldn't have done that." she said looking up at me from my chest where she lied. Her eyes were filled with worry so I decided to comfort her the best I could. Which was in words.
"We are grown-ups, we do what we wish to do." I said and smiled but she got even more worried, her body slightly shaking. She got up in sitting position and faced me. Her breathing more strained, like she had a hard time getting the air into her lungs.
"That's not what I meant. We shouldn't have done this to Polly." I stared at her slightly shocked but then I remembered that this wasn't the first time a woman thought that I wanted to marry after sex. I sighed and got up in sitting position myself, my back against the headboard. This was going to be hard to do, but I had to hurt her. It never could be anything between us. Never.
"I am going to apologize in advance for my upcoming righteousness." she looked fragile and hurt, she was a smart girl. She probably knew what I was going to say.
"This was just something that happened. It is not like I am going to leave her because of this, I love her. Sex is sex and love is love. It is two entirely different things." She didn't expect that. I could see it in her eyes. She seemed slightly hurt and didn't even tried to cover it.
"Just something that happened?" she echoed. She had to understand my point of view from where I come from. I don't handle every action with love, some I just do because I want to. Not to please someone else but only to please myself. It is not egoistic, it is just me being very fond of the good things in life I lied to myself. It was true in some perspective just not with her.
I got up from the bed and started to dress myself, ignoring her the best I could since I didn't want any unnecessary conversation but I could feel her burning stare in the back of my neck. It felt like she would attack me any minute.
"You used me." her voice was filled with sadness. Of course I did, I thought. It sounded so awful but that was what it was, wasn't it? Did she really expect that I would leave everything for her? Silly woman.
I turned around with my shirt in my hand. She sat on the bed, completely naked on the inside as well as on the outside. She didn't meet my eyes, her stare was somewhere else, it was hard to tell if it even was in the room. I felt pity for her. I actually did.
"You didn't actually believe it was an action of love, did you?" I asked her softly but I couldn't hide the mockery I had been trying to bury inside me. She lifted her head and met my eyes, hers slightly glazed.
"I thought.." she started but then she shook her head, mumbling something to herself before she got to her feet. She didn't even bother to dress herself, she just walked over to me hastily and put her small hands on either side of my chest and pushed me. She pushed me. Of course it did not affect me at all, I remained in my place.
She growled angrily and tried it again with the same outcome. "Sherry." I warned but she did not listen to me, she was all caught up in making me fall. It was futile, did she not understand? She hit her small fists against my chest and that made me run out of patience. That was disrespectful. I grabbed her wrists and squeezed them hard earning a desperate howl from her.
"Let go of me, you sick fuck!" she screamed, trying to get out of my grip. She had become very disturbing, it was not my fault she let herself believe in such nonsense as her and me as some kind of lovers. I just couldn't let myself do it even if I wanted to. It was as I said, nonsense.
I threw her into the bed angrily over my own thoughts and started to put on my shirt. I couldn't lose control again when I just regained it. I couldn't afford it, I just had to get her of my back.
I could see her in the corner of my eye, laying as still as she could in the middle of the bed. It seemed like she had given up.
When I got on my last item of clothing I turned to her, unsure of what to say. It probably was best if I just left so I turned around and was heading for the door when I heard her sobbing. It stung inside me to hear it but this was for the best and truthfully, I wanted to be with Polly more. It was the safest choice to. Sherry was involved too much with my background since her father and my father worked together and Polly wasn't involved at all, she doesn't even know I am a child of a once very feared terrorist. She didn't know that side of me at all, the side that everyone else thought was my only one. She only know the side in which I use my heart because with Polly, I could. I just did.
"Don't even bother, Birkin." I said and walked out of the room and out of her apartment. I got into the elevator and pushed the button who would take me down. It started to grow inside of me this feeling of pure pain. It gnawed inside of me, ate me up from the inside. At least, that was what it felt like. I just left her with the only thought that I used her for my own outcome. It was almost as I had broke her heart, fortunately we didn't come to that. She didn't even know me so how would she be able to feel that kind of feelings for you?
You feel it, don't you? So why wouldn't she be able to? I growled at my thoughts and automatically my fist collided with the wall of the elevator, creating a little crack in the wood. I was pathetic right now. I despised myself deeply.
"Get a hold of yourself, John." I told myself before the elevator doors slide open to the lobby. I walked out of them and hurried to my car which was parked on the other side of town.
Okay, what do you think? I am afraid that it turned out a bit too cheesy for some people.. I liked it of course, if I didn't, I wouldn't post it.
I don't think you expected that Sherry and John would get going with things if you know what I mean ;) I tagged Polly, Sherry and John (OC) as characters since I am going to focus on them the most. What do you guys think about John? I would like to have some thoughts on him since he is my OC and I alone created him. Well, I had very much inspiration from his dad!
