The Killing Isn't the Fun Part
Liam opened the trunk of his car, revealing a duffle bag he placed there yesterday evening. He quickly grabbed the blue bag, shutting the trunk.
He quickly starts to run onto the other side of the street, where the most amount of people are.
Holding his phone in one hand, he starts quickly typing Weasel. I know I know….. I'm on my way. Be there in 5.
He takes a left onto a small street, quickly hiding in a shadowed alleyway. He slowly changes into his black leather suit.
He chose black because you can't see red, and besides, he is the Slasher of New York anyways.
He puts on the mask, to hide his face, then the suit so that no DNA of him can be found.
He walks into Sister Margaret's, walking over to the barstool and sitting on it. Weasel slides him the folder, and he looks at it, remembering the photos.
"Simple kill, just some creepy kids that watch her at night and through her window. The weird part, whenever she closes it the night before, it somehow is open when she wakes up." Weasel says, taking a sip of his beer.
"So they must break-in," Liam says to himself, though Weasel laughs. "They? One boy, Jayden Fisher. Saw him on video cameras going into the house." Weasel says, pointing to a picture of a boy with glasses.
"Used to be friends with Vanessa Johanne. She's the girl." He says pointing to a picture of a white girl with black hair and a choker.
"Until he became a little creepy," Weasel says before taking another sip. "Works at Marco's Pizza," Weasel says as Liam, no the Slasher stands up from the seat, grabbing the folder and walking out.
"Ok, first things first, call Marco's Pizza." He says to himself, climbing onto the roof of Sister Margaret's.
Liam took some parkour classes when he was a teen, so he's pretty good at this type of stuff.
He jumps from building to building, sometimes jumping over ledges. When he gets to the roof of the drug store, he drops his bag to the ground, unzipping it once again, and grabbing four pistols, fully loaded.
He holstered all four to his legs, before jumping off the small building, landing exactly at the entrance of the store.
He walks in, grabbing one of his pistols, pointing it at the cashier's head, though he was about 20 feet away from the young girl.
He wasn't looking at her, though he knew exactly where to shoot. "Let's make this simple, kay? I don't have a lot of time so I need you to cooperate." Liam says, walking into one of the isles as the girl watches him, praying that she won't die.
"Please don't kill me!" The girl cries, holding her hands up in surrender. Liam rolls his eyes under the mask, looking at the girl. "I won't if you shut up," Liam says harshly, glaring at the girl through his mask.
The Slasher grabs one of the first phones he could find, before walking out of the store, not paying for a single thing.
When he walks out, however, he sighs, walking backward back into the store. He looks at the girl and smirks.
"I lied." He says, before shooting the girl in the head. Laughing to himself, he walks back out of the store, loving the rush, shooting that innocent girl gave him.
He was a different person in the suit. He wasn't Liam Winston Wilson. No, he was a cold-blooded murderer, and he loved it.
Marco's Pizza
The Slasher sat on the rooftop, legs dangling below. Burner phone upon his ear, waiting for someone at Marco's Pizza to answer.
"Hello, welcome to Marco's Pizza, my name is Dillon, how may-" Dillon starts, but the Slasher cuts him off.
"Hi, Dillion." He starts, venom in his voice. "You probably don't know me, but I know everything about you." He says, deeply.
"Uh, of course, you do. Just tell me what you want and I-"
"Where's Marco's Pizza?" Liam asks, jumping off the rooftop. Dillion sighs, holding the phone with one hand. "44th street-" He starts but Liam hangs up the phone.
That was only a couple of minutes away when you walk, so he ran.
When Liam made it to the pizza shop, he opened the door, quickly grabbing the gun, and shooting all four people who were enjoying their pizza.
The boy at the cash register screamed, looking at The Slasher's red eyes on the costume.
Liam pointed the gun at the boy, smiling. He slowly walked up to the boy until the barrel touched his forehead, the boy squinting his eyes.
"Please don't hurt me." The boy says though it was obvious to himself. "Your Dillion right?" He says, tilting his head to the left, smiling under his mask.
The boys eyes go wide, his mouth wide open. "Oh my god, you're real. I'm so sorry if I was rude, I am." The boy, Dillion says begging.
"Answer this question, and you might just stay alive," Liam says, smiling at the boy, who nodded his head violently.
"Where is Jayden?"
Home Sweet Home
Liam waited inside the boy's house, drinking one of his sodas, and watching tv. He sipped the soda, his feet dangling on the armchair.
"No, no, double no, no, no, no, no," Liam says, flipping through the channels. He waited for Jayden to come home, so he can have a little chat with the teenager.
It was a small apartment on the third floor. He had roommates and most likely a girlfriend, who would be very mad if she found out what he was doing.
He did have to search the apartment, however, to find some essentials, like duct tape and a towel.
He hears someone walking up the steps and instantly grabs his pistol, which he placed on the table, and turned off the tv.
He stood to his feet, jumping over the couch and hiding behind it, and away from the door.
He heard someone open the door, before closing and locking it behind them. Once he made sure the door was locked, Liam, or The Slasher, popped up from behind the couch, scaring a boy in the process.
"Who the hell are you?! Why are you in my house?!" The boy asks, stepping away from the killer.
"Why does nobody understand the point of the mask!" Liam groans, watching as Jayden reached for the door. "Now we can't have that, can we?" Liam says eerily, shooting the boy's hand with his pistol.
The boy screamed in pain, holding his left hand with his right. "What the hell have I done to you!" The boy says, looking up at Liam with pain in his eyes.
"Oh, you've done nothing to me," Liam says simply, jumping over the couch to meet the now kneeling boy.
"But stalking is a good reason to kill someone," Liam says shrugging. He grabbed Jayden by the collar, to the couch.
"So, we are going to have some fun, mkay?" Liam says, grabbing the duct tape and taping the boy's hands together. "And if you scream, you get stabbed," Liam says, walking into the kitchen to grab a knife.
He grabs a folded paper from the file, placing it down next to him. He lifted Jayden's shirt, before looking back at him.
"Trust me, I'm not that scary. I'm not a murderer, I'm not a kidnapper. I just kill people for money." Liam says, smiling at the boy.
"Fuck you!" The boy yelled, wiggling himself to try and get free. Liam rolled his eyes, stabbing the boy with the sharp knife in the leg.
Jayden screamed out, tears forming in his eyes. Liam grabs the duct tape again, duct-taping his mouth. He glanced at the time on the tv stand.
"Shit!" He says, standing up to look at Jayden. "Sorry, I sorta have places to be, so I'm just gonna…." Liam says, grabbing Jayden and holding the boy under his arm.
"Put you in your room and look the door," Liam says, walking over to the room with all the trophies and throws him on the ground.
"Stay doggie," Liam says before closing the door and locking it.