Nothing looks more exquisite then a full moon illuminating clouds. Truly a sight to behold. I feel like if every night was a full moon not only would we have sick gnarly waves to surf on all the time but we'd probably have world peace.
Anyways it's probably important to note the dead body in front of me.
The man I just killed whomst name I've already forgotten lays bare. Undertakers zipping up his body in a body bag.
Thank god I plucked my axe from his dome before they got here. So what if it's evidence, it's not murder, it was self defense I swear.
Speaking of god...actually where is he?
"Thinking of me?" Says a steely voice behind me.
"How'd you know I thought of you?"
"I looked into your head. Not a whole lot going on around here"
"Yes it is a very quiet night, besides the ambulance"
"I meant your head"
Well that was a bit harsh, I thought.
"Bite me" he said in response to my thought.
"Also why did you think, "I thought"?"
Bite me, I thought.
"Oh I see how it is. Anyways usually we would have options open for you to decide for your job but since this is your first and the target is close, I'm gonna have you kill this guy."
He handed me a picture of a man.
The mans face was a bit square in design. He had shaggy hair tied up in a ponytail with a bit of a beard.
The description on the bottom said he's about 5 foot 9. It also said he lived in a cottage on the outskirts of a town by the name of Castle Fray, which is the next town over.
"Neato, what crimes did he commit"
"Slaughter"
"...that's it?"
"Slaughter against people"
"Right"
"Also here's some money for now. I know your broke and shit. Alright see ya"
He then walked over to the ally wall and then pulled down the wall like the kinda thing you pull down when your playing something on the projector. He climbed over it and then pulled it back up.
"Welp ok time to rock and perhaps roll if I feel up to it." And so Psycho left towards Castle Fray but not before stopping by the tailor for his new threads.
The trees are still with silence and contempt. Watching with barked pupils and sapped dilation.
Like real eyes in of themselves they perceived games of all sorts of variety. Games of amusement, theater play of hide and seek, joy for the seeker and the hider, but there are games where joy is not shared but forced and it's only available to the seeker.
A little girl, a bit taller than a stump, with lavender hair that reached her feet, wearing a dress that was too big for her as she stumbled around scared for the death that she was starting to accept.
A man stalked the trees with a hatchet in hand. "Where oh where could that little rat be".
A loud growl of a wolf could be heard by.
"Shit, well whatever, I'm sure she'll be dead in the morning" The man walked back to his cottage.
The little girl was safe although now she had save herself from the wolves, but before she could act. A hand covers her mouth to silence her wailing.
'Oh god this is it' she thought, 'I'm going to die' She turns to see the man only to see a different man with slicked back hair and black as night eyes. He comes closer whispering, "I'm here to help so for the safety of both of us don't scream when I let go"
He lets go. She gets up but due to lack of nutrients falls down.
The man picks her up and puts her on his shoulders.
She was finally safe, knowing this, the girl fell asleep.
"Alright now it's time for business"
Duncan opened the door to his cottage feeling empty. He couldn't finish his job and while he was certain the girl would be mauled to death, he knew he would be missing out on the action.
He quickly settled in to his home, put down the axe next to the already lit fire place, and started cooking some creamed potatoes in the oven.
He set up the table for himself, brought the pan of creamed potatoes and gave himself a serving, but before he could take a bite, he stopped to notice the absence of the axe by the fireplace.
How odd. Did he forget to put it back, maybe he left it in the wood storage. His thoughts were interrupted by a reflection of an unfamiliar mans face in the window in front of him. Before he could even defend himself, the man plunged the hatchet into his skull, blood dripping everywhere but thankfully not on the potatoes.
Psycho was proud of himself. He just finished his first job.
Killing a man.
And it was so easy.
Not only that but he left him a meal. Amazing.
Psycho pushed the body out of the way before sitting down. He then ate the mans would be last meal.
And it was so delicious.
The little girl, who's name he found out was Lavender, was waiting outside on the porch, but he could allow himself a good meal.
He ate another spoonful. 'Man, why was this guy a murderer. He could've been a chef'
Oh god what if he's dead.
That's what Lavender thought while sitting on the porch steps.
'What if he's already dead' she thought, 'Maybe I should run before the man comes out to kill me'
But what she doesn't expect is a plate of food being held in front of her.
"Hungry" The man said. She didn't even need to hear him ask her before she immediately dug in to the warm plate of potatoes.
The man sat beside her on the porch steps while also eating his plate. It's not long before she finishes her plate still hungry for more. Before a second thought, the man gave her his plate.
"You need it more" The man said.
Now that she thought about with her mouth half full, she doesn't know the mans name. She quickly swallowed her food before asking.
"What's your name, Mr?" She quelled.
"Promise not to laugh?" He asked
She would never dream of laughing at her savior.
"Psycho"
Pure silence. Was that a joke? She couldn't tell by his blank face. She was more confused than humored.
"Is it really?" She questioned.
"Yeah, my mom was a bit of a" he turned to look at her, "psychopath"
Finally she laughed at the dumb joke.
Psycho felt a great achievement was upon his soul. His first day working with heavens bounty hunter guild, and he fucking nailed it in the head.
Just like the guy he just killed.
However now Psycho is faced with a new problem. A minor problem. Literally.
Psycho had the girl Lavender on his shoulders, she now sleeping peacefully on his bed of hair.
'Hope she doesn't mess up my hair too much' was his first thought, his second being, 'is my hair thick enough to suffocate her if she face first in it'.
Luckily she wasn't suffocating, but unfortunately, Psychos hair is getting a bit messed up.
'I should be nearing Castle Fray. When I get there I need to find where to leave this child.'
After a bit more walking, he made it to the village entrance.
Lavender was schlumped.
There's no denying it. I mean it's completely understandable when you realize that she has had no sleep for about a day and a half, so when she finds herself in a comfortable position, she decides to snooze for a bit.
Surprisingly, Psychos hair was soft enough for her head. So she then proceeded to go completely unconscious while getting piggy back ride.
However, eventually she did wake up, not to the expected sounds of trees or something but to the sound of a diner door opening. The ring ring awoke her and she found herself in a booth laying across Psycho, who was reading a local newspaper.
"I ordered you some eggs" he said. "Also some pancakes on the side"
"T-thank you so much"
"So I'm gonna have to ask you something personal, and I hope you understand, but do you have any parents"
She shook her head no
"Ok, well I was told that there's an orphanage in this place, so after we eat, I'm going to take you there and we'll see the place out."
Oh right, she can't stay with him anymore. She felt a bit sad because she has nothing to give to this man for saving her and feeding her, but with a determined outlook, she decides that in the future she pay him back.
After eating their food, Psycho paid and then they left. While she was capable of walking, as a last request before she says goodbye to him, he gives her another piggyback ride.
When they find the orphanage they both notice how dilapidated the building is. The nice lady who owns the place says that the place lives off donations but they haven't been able to get that many for this month.
It was at this moment that Psycho remembered something that Mr. Godlike told him.
The two of them were sitting on a bench not too far from the noise of the ambulance sirens.
"What are your goals in life Psycho"
"Frankly I don't really know yet"
"Well, let me give you some advice, find three words to live by and excel at living for those words"
"That's it?"
"It's really that simple in the grand scheme of things"
Charity
Psycho knows that there are too many problems in the world that he can't fix, but that doesn't mean he can't do what he can to help people along the way.
He pulls out 300 lien and give it to the woman.
"Oh thank goodness for your kindness sir. This well be enough for the rest of the month."
"Ok" Not the best with words he is, certainly not gratitude.
"Give me your mailing address, I plan on making more donations." He says
"Of course sir" the lady writes down the address on a piece of paper for him. Another lady comes out of the orphanage, another volunteer, she holds a camera.
"Hello sir, we have a little tradition where we take pictures of our patrons and frame them on our wall. Can I get your name sir." She said
"It's Psycho." He pauses. "Psycho Jarlo Saudner"
Very nervously she reply's, "w-wo-wowwwww I Uh like your name. It's very uh uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-" she paused,"kewl"
"Thank you that means a lot" it didn't, at least not a lot, maybe a little. A smidgen perhaps. "I'll take that picture now"
She pulls the camera out and sets it up on a small tripod. "Smile! Say cheese"
He couldn't smile, "Cheese" didn't hurt to say cheese though.