Merc for hire

by Whil-o-whisp

Gradually these meetings had grown more and more frequent as Christophe's jobs did. Ze Mole was growing more and more popular and Gregory was always there to give him the job and give him his pay. Gregory was always there… series of one shots. South park

5. Favor

Favor

Whil-o-whisp

Starting time: 5:13 a.m.

Ending time: 5:30 a.m.

Fandom: South park, GregoryxZemole (christophe)

Word Count: 338

A/N: Death! WOOT! Killed Gregory in two fics in a row. But hey, I blame Disturbed again. I was listening to Voices and that just screams death for me. So Thus, I wrote it. Lawlawlawl.

Disclaimer: I own………I'll think of something, but it's not this.

Translation notes: Theres a French sentence but Christophe says it in English at the end.

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"What zhe fuck!" Fear coursed its way through Gregory's mind as he was pinned against the lockers by The Mole. Dark eyes bored into his own light blue ones, frightening and cruel and cold. And old, despite the body's minimal years of only sixteen. Those eyes. Fuck those eyes were frightening. And their owner even more so. Gregory scrambled for purchase, fumbling with his words and trying his damnedest to escape his attacker. None of this was his fault, so why was Christophe attacking him? Okay, so he had sent them to him, but-

Thought cut short as the French man's thumbs pressed against the hollow of Gregory's throat, slowly decreasing airflow. A certain sadistic pleasure passed through the angry eyes. This wasn't his fault. He kept telling himself this as Christophe muttered darkly in French. "Vous m'avez tué, Gregory. Je renvoie seulement la faveur." Gregory knew French, he knew he did, but he couldn't for the life of him understand those words. Vous. That was you. He was talking about Gregory. Well, no shit. He said Gregory in the very same sentence. Okay, M'avez. Killed…

The light around him started to darken around the edges, the tan faced boy in front of him enjoying the tortured desperate look Gregory was sure he possessed. Don't focus on the pain. That was all Gregory thought before thinking again. Vous m'avez tué, Gregory. You killed me, Gregory. It wasn't his fault. He hadn't meant for any of this to happen. He scratched at Christophe's wrists, damning his obsessive care. He had no nails, he cut them not twelve hours prior. Karma fucking sucks. Christophe now looked detached, his fingers tightening even more around Gregory's trachea. He was going to kill him. He was killing him.

"Vous m'avez tué, Gregory. Je renvoie seulement la faveur."

Christophe dropped the rapidly cooling body, flexing his fingers as the body slid down the lockers to slump against the bottom, head lolling and eyes dark. "You killed me, Gregory. I am only returning the favor."

A/N: REVIEW! LOLZ i kill Gregory...Or... make Christophe kill him.