QUICK NOTICE: I'm starting uni tomorrow (eeeek) so the updates may not be as regular as they are now, because i'm busy with studying/travelling to university and doing coursework etc, so i apologise in advance for any problems that that causes! i currently don't have a clue about any timetables or anything for my course, so it may turn okay, but i don't know yet, so i'll let you guys know as soon as i know! sorry for the inconvenience of it all!

guest - oh my god you have no idea! Tom and Benedict are my two favourite people in the world, putting them together could make the most perfect person ever (and kill me in the process) xD

Pudd forever - we shall see! ;)

9 Harry's POV

Not two days later, we had confirmation of Hope's first kill, we hadn't given him a timeline or specific victims, but he'd picked a good one. A women in her mid thirties, heavy drinker, wouldn't be missed much. And the video of the act was brilliant, kept Dougie amused for literal hours. The victim was hysterical as she took the pills, swallowing the water and dying as ungracefully as possible in the middle of a sports centre, somewhere she wouldn't have normally been found.

The police looked into it briefly, ruling it a suicide pretty quickly, despite the slightly mysterious elements to the death. But that was the point for this one, a trial run, making sure that the police would turn up to investigate. Not very well might I add, but they tried, and they just needed to try until they realised that they were out of their depth before calling Tom in. Two more deaths and he'd be called in, then the games would begin.

"Yes Mr Hope, you did very well with that first murder. The police are ruling it a suicide, as we planned. Don't worry about it; just continue what you're doing." Dougie reassured, putting his feet up on the table, inspecting his nails, "Yes the money is being wired into an account as we speak. It's all in your name and looking perfectly legal. You won't get caught for this, just continue on as normal and everything will be okay." He continued, rolling his eyes at me playfully. I giggled to myself, watching him finish up the conversation and bounce up from the desk.

"All sorted?" I asked, leaning back against the wall.

"Yep, I've had to do this far too many times with clients. Ordinary people are adorable with all their worries and not trusting me to keep them out of trouble with the law." Dougie smiled, straightening his designer suit.

"Typical of clients then. Though isn't this one supposed to get caught?" I was sure we were supposed to be letting this one get caught.

"By Tom Fletcher, not the police. Then, well, if he ends up getting arrested, we'll kill him before he talks to anybody else. The police shouldn't get involved in this; we only want Tom to get involved." Dougie explained, my ears pricking up.

"Kill him? You mean I may finally get some sniper action?" I rubbed my hands together; it had been a while since I'd been let out for some sniper action. It had all been close range shootings or hand to hand combat. I wanted incognito sniper action!

"We'll see about that, but it looks likely. Oh speaking of which, I have a little assignment for you." Dougie grinned; I pushed myself off the wall in interest.

"Oh really? Assassination, blackmail or torture?" I hoped for assassination, again, sniper missions were few and far between. Outsourcing was our general way for doing these things, but sometimes I got to go out and shoot someone dead.

"My favourite, torture. Of another troublesome client, he made a mistake with a drug shipment that lost us a lot of money. He needs to be taught a lesson." Dougie answered with a positively evil smirk.

"Oh, will you be watching?" I asked, "You know I like it when you watch me work." It was one of my favourite things, knowing I was being watched while Dougie enjoyed every single second of my work.

"Of course I will be. Now come with me, the boys have already picked him up and are getting him ready in one of the cells." Dougie dragged me to the door, the two of us running out to the car, ready for a damn good time!

I couldn't wait to get my hands on this man, it had been far too long since I'd had any real flesh to work with, have anyone to work on like this. It had been even longer since I'd been working with Dougie watching me. He'd always loved to watch me, taking pleasure in me inflicting pain on others. The sounds he made were exquisite, I'd never heard someone take so much pleasure in situations such as that, and after I was done he'd enjoy inflicting all that pent up pleasure onto me. I bore the scars of his sadism over my chest, wore them like armour. I couldn't wait for more bite marks, more sounds of pleasure, more skin on skin action between us.

"Go and get them big boy, make me proud." Dougie encouraged, grabbing my face for a kiss before pushing me into the cell, ready to teach this guy a lesson.