DUN DUN DUN! There is a reason this isn't named. It's actually a flashback chapter in a VERY different point of view. You guys get to choose who you think the person behind the hit is. Like always, I am wondering what you guys think of this chapter. Yeah, it's kind gory and such... but you get into the mind of a killer!

So in this chapter, I figured I'd give you guys some speculation of who it is. Trust me. I also wanted to get into the mind of a killer a little bit. :D I also think Eric Tatum was Barry's secret inspiration. Though, I was somewhat honing in on my Dr. Stein (from Soul Eater") with what Tatum wants to do with his new target.

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I looked him over, checking the papers I had in my hand of him and back. "Eric Tatum, eh?"

The man nodded, his deep brown hair moving with him. It was messy, all over the place; hardly reminant of what he was back at the Amestrian military training facility. The stubble on his chin was a little unsightly, making it almost seem like Tatum was a bum. "Yes, sir."

I looked back down. "Says here you're pretty damn good at getting your target."

"Yeah, you could say that."

"Which was your favorite?"

"I have ta name jus' one?"

I smirked a little, knowing I had found the man for the job. "Just give me one incident."

"There wassa girl; she was seventeen. The hit had been fer her father, an' it would leave her all alone. But I couldn't jus' do that. Oh no. When I get a hit, I get it done. Since she was alone, I took her back ta my place." Tatum took a long swig of the flask he was drinking from. That was all he wanted for me to even talk to him. He was truly a simple-minded creature. HUMAN didn't fit Eric Tratum's specialty or him. "I was nice to her at first. She wassa lady af'er all. Then she started fightin' back. She wassa stin'ray." Tatum smirked deviously, obviously remembering this girl. "When she spoke back ta me, I'd laugh at her. She thought she was gonna make it out alive."

"What did you do to her?"

"At first, I'd kiss her. Sweet, ya know? Then I'd start pushin' a li'l further. Testin' the wa'er, if ya will. After I'd lock her in da small cell, no easy way to escape, ya know?"

I nodded, just wanting him to continue.

Tatum took another drink. "I'd start givin' her a reason ta live. Apparently she ne'er thought outside da box because she want'd freedom." Tatum snorted a laugh. "Like hell I was gonna give it to her. I wasn't done wit' her."

"What haven't you done to your victims?" I was growing rapidly impatient with Tatum. He may be the best when it comes to getting people taken care of, but he was going off on a tangent I wouldn't like to hear.

"Disect'd them, discover'd how they worked, broke them through various torture methods that would make most cringe wit disgust." Now he sounded like the killer I wanted.

"You must've worked closely with Barry the Chopper."

Tatum snorted again, snickering a little. "You fuckin' kiddin' me? That idiot was mockin' me! Barry was nothin' more than a hack-job wit' a bloodlust."

I raised my eye brows. "Oh? And what makes you so different?"

"I do it fer da science. To hack inta the minds of humans."

"Science?"

"Yeah, an' if I can dissect this one, you'd make me a happy man."

I nodded once. "You can shoot, dissect, take; I don't care. I just want it taken care of."

That toothy grin spread, showing an even more evil, devous side. "You jus' made me a happy man wit' your orders, sir."

I nodded. "You know, Tatum, if you pull this off, we could re-enlist you with a clean record. You can start over."

Tatum shook his head after another swig of his flask. "No, I don' want it. I enjoy killin' too much fer the military ta take me back."

"We could put you in infantry."

"Nah, you don' get it. I don' wanna go back. I got my trainin' an' I left of my own accord. I wanna keep doin' this."

I nodded. I wanted to keep doing what I was doing. "What about this target?"

"Da girl?" He smirked. "Well, I'd enjoy her."

"How?"

Tatum's smile widened, just thinking about it was turning him onto the idea. "I'd take her somewhere that no one would know where ta find her." Good, that fucking cousin of hers won't find her when McKenzi leaves, I thought. "Then I'd enjoy her body. I know she's a viper, a figh'er. I'd have lots of fun with her. I'd discover that amazin' body of hers, which I know she has. Then, when I was done makin' that li'l angel not-so-innocent, I'll see what really makes that li'l woman tick. I'd open her up, see how she works. Oh, I'd make Lockert's pretty, li'l daughter mine until she died. Wha's her name?"

"McKenzi."

The smirk grew more devious. "McKenzi. I like it."