Discord: Assassin AU
A cold wind rushed past like the hounds of hell. Freezing blood in veins and water in the pipes. Pedestrians scampered for the warmth of storefronts and homes. The brunette was used to the cold, running her fingers through her short, bull dyke-esque hair before cramming her hands into the pockets of her thick, trench coat dragging at her ankles. Typical. She forgot her gloves again.
You'd forget your head if it was not screwed on, wouldn't you?
She trudged along the sidewalk. Glasses misting. Teeth gritted to prevent them from clinking together and shattering like glass. She did not have the money to repair her teeth. A disgraced [classified] agent. Having run from the law. They were the crazy ones. She did not have to conform like the rest of the sheep. She planned to avoid trotting around until it was her time to be slaughtered. Humanity deserved to die. She was no Christian. The lord couldn't do his job and strike down the likes of her target. The world would be better without him. Her next target was the sniveling weasel who picked up his skirt and ran from the beach like a bitch. The deserter was as good as dead to her. She refused to be his scapegoat. She was fed up with being the tool. She withdrew her hand from her pocket, smacking the ammunition into the magazine with the butt of her hand. She winced. Cold fingers and cold steel did not mix. Pins and needles spread up her forearm. This was not the ideal time to fix her mistake. A crowded diner. She would have to lie her ass off to get him alone.
She shouldered the door open. The bell tingled as the door swung shut. The seal prevented it from slamming. Her glare went from a jealous spark to a raging inferno the moment she laid eyes on him. He was talking to his new slut. She reminded herself to be professional. If she let her emotions get in the way, she would end up in the looney bin for sure. Drugged out of her mind. Unable to speak let alone defend herself. She had been doing this since her target broke her. Everything came down to timing and training. She had been so patriotic as a cadet. The future seemed bright. Risking life and limb for the country that pulled down its pants and took a shit on her innocence. Betrayal had made her the withdrawn, callous woman that she was today. How ironic.
The deserter excused himself from the conversation, striding to the bar like a show pony. He was a show pony. Taking the praise for other people's back-breaking work. That ended today. She hid. Had he seen her? She peeked between the customers, using her short stature to her advantage. False alarm. Good.
She retreated, noticing that his slut had left the table to talk to someone who she assumed was an old friend. She sent a text to the redhead. She did her research. The redhead was easy enough to scare into submission. The redhead went to the bathroom. She intercepted, shouldering the slut hard enough that his slut's bag fell to the floor.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you. I shouldn't have been in such a hurry." That was true. She reached down and grabbed the redhead's phone, hiding it up her sleeve. She handed the bag back. They parted ways. The redhead was none the wiser.
She texted the deserter from the smartphone, seething when she saw him as the redhead's wallpaper. His slut did not deserve what she planned to do next. He b-lined to the bathroom. She got into position, gun cocked for him. Humans never looked in the obvious places. Which was why he won hide-and-seek when they grew up together. Was she being petty? Probably.
The gun shot rang out. Panic broke out in the diner. Amidst the chaos, she made her escape. She had dealt with her demon of three years. He laid dead on the tiles. His brain painted the walls like a gross re-imaging of modern art. Now she could see what her younger self had. The future was brighter already. Even if she got caught, it would be worth it.