Wow, insomnia for once helps me! New chapter for the new story I came up with, 'Is He a Heartbreaker?'. I want to dedicate this to my first two reviewers, you are beautiful people and thanks for the encouragement! Mercenary!James is something new, I think, and I was curious to see if anyone was interested! Now, Kames all the way, thank you so much for the ideas you gave me for future chapters (and the ones you keep giving, my dear genius friend!) and overall plot! I appreciate it so much! Enjoy this new chapter, my two lovely reviewers! And um, please let me know if this chapter was a little...graphic! Disclaimer: I don't BTR! I wish I did, since if I did their show would still be on air, but sadly I don't! I just own the plot of the story!
Gustavo Rocque.
That name sounded familiar to James the moment it slipped past Kelly's lips. This fat turd use to work for his step-dad; Griffin use to bully and manipulate him all the time, until the man grew a pair and went for his own music business. He moved to Cali for a fresh start, which ended up paying off; he's made some really good stars in the last few months, like Dak Zevon, a girl group with the name Kat Crew or something like that, and a dude called Guitar Dude.
'No wonder Griffin wants him dead; to him, the turd's a bloody bastard and a traitor.' James thought somewhat bitterly, slipping into Gustavo's mansion with ease.
Seriously the guy needed better security; James was able to kill the alligator without much of a bloody mess, tie his hairless cat upside down in a tree, drug Gustavo's huge bodyguard Freight Train with some heavy sedatives and, overall, hack all the security cameras and transfer all their footage to the data bank programmed into his suit.
He made sure to tackle all the possible risks involved in this mission. He could leave Gustavo as chopped up as possible, but he had to keep it clean at the same time.
'Let's just get this over with.' He hissed in his head, stalking up the stairs with light steps; he passed two other rooms before he reached Gustavo's bedroom, the door locked. Seems like the often greedy man couldn't sleep with an open door.
"Still, too easy." James couldn't recognize his own voice through the modifier hidden in his mask, his one visible eye shining in the gloom as he pulled out a simple pin.
With careful, slow movements he twisted the pin back and forward until a soft clicking sound went off, the creaking hinges of the door muffled by his fingers as he tip-toed in and closed the door again, locking it. Hmm, locked doors often gave off the idea of suicide...
'Nah, not my style. I just want to get this done and get out, plus Griffin is not the type to let his competition off easy, when even they are already dead.' James slowly walked over to the bed, eyes falling on the short, chubby man.
He was wearing bright yellow pajamas, usual shades off and his beard bristling with every large breath he took. He snored like a bear and was curled up like one, oblivious to what was about to take place.
'Time to wake up, dead meat.' James withdrew one gun from its holster strapped to his outer thigh and pointed it at the headboard.
BANG!
"AH!" Gustavo's small piggy eyes flew open, gasping for breath as if he was drowning. His sight fell upon the young masked man towering over him, two guns now pointed towards him.
"What the-"
"Too late."
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
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James nailed Gustavo in both eyes with the first two bullets; the third went into his mouth, leaving a hole behind his tongue while the last one went into his heart.
'Now, for the fun part.' James couldn't help his often shrouded sadistic nature as he pulled the blankets off the body, it losing warmth fast.
He tore the sheets up; he knotted them around Gustavo's large wrists and ankles, followed by another digging into the skin of his neck. Next he unbuttoned Gustavo's shirt, flinching; the man really needed to lay off the junk food!
"Let us give you a new look, okay?" James reached behind his back and unsheathed the twin blades from their scabbards, smiling under his mask; they were long and sharper than daggers, catching the light of the full moon outside.
This was a new addition to his weaponry. Griffin had only trusted him with handguns, grenades, a shotgun and a missile launcher, though the last one was usually reserved for more than one kill on a job. Now his step-dad trusted him with more...entertaining weapons.
James raised his left hand first, striking Gustavo hard in the chest; blood seeped from the gash, the sword trailing farther down and deeper. With that very sword, James tore Gustavo's rib cage wide open, his heart now still and the rest of his organs useless. Crimson colored the pale sheets under him but James merely grinned, pulling off his mask to smear his face with the blood.
For some reason, the sight of blood made him experience pleasurable adrenaline rushes.
James pulled and ripped Gustavo's intestines, stomach, gall bladder, etc. out and cut them all into pieces, right hand ( he put his other sword down to do better this task) wrenching Gustavo's jaw farther open and pouring all the small chucks of flesh and meat between his teeth and limp tongue.
'Hmm, what do to with your heart? I could use a souvenir.' James thought wistfully, before he started cutting apart the veins and arteries; blood gushed from the small tubes like waterfalls, the color darkening as it was exposed to the outside elements. With heart in hand, James unzipped the duffle bag he took with him on the jet and tossed the organ inside, not bothering to zip it up again.
He had so much left still to do.
After Gustavo's heart, most of his body was torn to shreds; lumps of flesh clung to visible bones, his face was now like a carpet with three gaping holes. James had ripped his eyes from their sockets and put them away into his bag, his mouth now just a cave with no teeth, gums a fiery red. He wasn't stripped naked, no way James was going that far, but the brunette soon decided leaving him all comfortable in bed wasn't his way of executing a good kill; with the restraints he made earlier from the sheets, James cut them apart and tied them all together, so that Gustavo's body was practically hogged-tied. With another sheet he made a rope of sorts, fastening it to the base of the trap. With a few grunts, James dragged Gustavo's body off the bed, across the room and opened the window, letting in the cool night air.
"You always liked to be in the spotlight, so this should make you jump with joy inside." James did meet Gustavo before he quit working for Griffin. He didn't like the guy but didn't hate him either, so there was a spot of guilt to the brunette for the horrendous way he ended the chubby man's life.
"Wait, hold it." He was quick to snatch Gustavo's shades from the bedside table, putting them on his face for him before giving off a cold smirk.
"See you, you ugly turd."
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James washed his face in Gustavo's bathroom sink, the blood turning pink with the hot water running. His mask was off, its only visible eye staring up at him blankly, while his wild spiky chocolate-brown hair was stuck to his skin with sweat. He sighed, his eyes almost black.
They always went that way after a job; it reflected the inner turmoil inside him.
He wish he didn't have to do this, but he had no way out; if he tried to back down, Griffin would throw him to the sharks and...his mom.
She would be defenseless.
'No, he would go over Mom, I can't let that happen. With me in jail, she would be alone. After all, Griffin has made sure my dad has no way to contact us.' James felt a painful pang go off in his chest.
His father Michael would not stand for this; despite the cheating, he cared about Brooke and James, they were his family still and if he knew the monster Griffin really was, he'd have the bastard behind bars in seconds. James' dad was a cop, just like Carlos'. The only difference was that James' dad was in the NYPD, miles and miles from Sherwood.
Griffin has completely cut off James from his father; they haven't talked or seen each other since Brooke married the creep.
James has always missed his father, but right now, he wished that somehow they would meet, find a way to talk so that he could at least feel a bit of relief to know that his mom would have someone to protect her. As bad as things ended between his parents, James had no doubt in his mind that they still cared a lot about each other.
The brunette was brought out of his trance when his utility belt vibrated, one slot to be exact. He fished out his cell-phone and checked his messages, a lump growing in his throat when he saw who it was from.
Really missing you, wishing I was in your arms right now. :(
-Kenny Bunny.
James sighed, removing his elbow-length gloves to properly reply back.
Me too, baby. It's bad enough I had to leave you tonight, but I have to wait until AFTER tomorrow to see you? I'm committing suicide this way.
-Prince Jamie.
'And my fiancee? He has no idea that...the 'errands' I do are more than just filing papers.' James felt terrible, terribly guilty.
He's never had to lie to Kendall before; even when they were just close, best friends they told each other everything. Like they shared clothes and food and a bed when they did sleepovers, they shared good secrets and not-so-good secrets. James actually believed the dirty blonde knew him better than the brunette knew himself, and that was saying something. He's always been honest to his best friend, his boyfriend now fiancee.
And Griffin ruined that the moment he married his mom and decided to turn his step-son into a mercenary.
Another vibration, another text from Kendall.
I wish you were sleeping here with me; I need you, more than you can imagine.
-Kenny Bunny.
'I am sorry, Emerald.' James thought, sighing as he ripped a paper towel to wipe his hands and face, putting his mask back on as he left the bathroom and headed for the window.
I know, I need you too. I love you, you know that right?
-Prince Jamie.
James was clinging to the window from the outside as he undid the stop on a grenade, making sure to drop it into Gustavo's empty rib cage.
Of course I do, the ring on my finger says it all.
-Kenny Bunny.
James did a free fall, stretching his cape taut to avoid getting scrap heap on him as a rather large explosion took Gustavo's mansion by storm; red and orange flames crackled, smoke filled the air and blood splattered everywhere. Screams followed soon afterwards, no doubt the police would be called in to investigate. Jame ignored the blood that now painted the back of his head, his cape and boots as he landed gracefully on his feet, heading for the motorcycle hidden in a nearby alley. He finished his text before putting on his helmet, igniting the engine which threw out a feral growl.
You have no idea what that means to me right now. I'll talk to you later, sweet dreams my Emerald-eyed Kenny Rabbit. Hope you get the kiss I'm sending you.
-Prince Jamie.
'Oh Kendall, I am so sorry.' Was the brunette's last thought as he rode away, leaving a trail of crimson with the skid marks on the concrete.