Third Person
Paris, France: S. Heinz Condominium
There he is, alone in an air-conditioned haven, wondering why his boss canceled the excitement he's been waiting for. His eyes wandered along with the scenery outside as the sun began to lose its light, suddenly the sound of the automatic door opening entered his ears that made them perk up.
With one swift motion, he took out a revolver from his black jacket and cocked it up before pointing it directly at the person who just entered the room. "Shit! Phoenix, it's just me man" a familiar voice made him drop the gun and look back at the scene outside.
He sighed, "I thought it was someone very important"
"Wow you missed me, huh?" the bewildered boy looked around the living room, only witnessing the two of them. He scratched his nature colored hair before asking, "Speaking of someone important, where's letter M? And the others?"
The blonde lad known as Phoenix didn't utter a single word to answer his question. His eyes were busy staring at the people flooding the streets and the cars passing by, hoping he'd get a glimpse of the person he wanted to come.
"Hey! Hey!-" the boy with grass green hair called out to Phoenix before slouching on the couch with his feet on top of the glass table, snapping his fingers in the process to get Phoenix to respond. "He's not coming?!" he asked again while twirling a glass dagger in his hands.
Phoenix didn't turn around and shook his head, still looking at the glass in front of him. "Then what's his excuse? Nothing? Just straight up 'cancel'?" he heard the other boy ask again.
"That's what he said. Cancel it!" Phoenix with disbelief in his voice, replied while staring outside the big glass window, the lights in the city of love at night were far glorious to be unnoticed by human eyes. "Can't believe my excitement just went to waste"
"Where are the others?" the other boy asked and set aside the dagger inside his pockets and frantically searched for something to drink or something to smoke.
"I called them off." Phoenix simply said.
"Aww you wanted me here so you didn't call me," the other boy said sweetly, imitating a girl's voice. "That's so swe-"
"I WAS calling you but all I get was your stupid moaning wait tone," Phoenix interrupted his companion's fantasy.
"Ow shit you're right!" the boy snapped his fingers when he took out his phone and saw 3 missed calls from Phoenix.
Annoyed by the unprofessionalism of his gang member, he firmly said, "You shit can go back to your girl right now."
"Neh- Staying here in this luxurious shit is enough for me" the green-haired guy who was known as "Nightmare" chuckled as he scanned his observant eyes along the insides of the suite owned by their boss. "It must be nice to be a son of a rich ass father, ey Phoenix?"
His yellow eyes gleamed just by gawking at the giant paintings on the black painted walls, the weapons with engraved gold and silver, lastly, the million worth chandelier hanging above them. The temptation to touch the antique vases soon washed away when he heard the blonde-haired boy sigh.
"What do you think stopped him?" Phoenix turned to his fellow companion before joining him on the comfy leather couch. He brushed his golden hair backward before closing his eyes to think of an answer to his question.
"Who?" asked Nightmare and gave him a confused look.
"You know who I'm talking about, Nightmare," Phoenix answered.
The train of thoughts in his mind tried very hard to think of a reason to narrate how the infamous Saccharide "Massacre" Heinz did became so soft to skip an ominous event in their gang.
"Nothing can stop the Massacre but-" Nightmare replied before smirking "I know someone who can"
Phoenix turned to him and gave him a confused look, not minding that he already has an answer in his mind. "And who the fuck is that?" the blonde boy asked before sending his companion an eye roll.
"Don't give me your 'who the fuck is that', Phoenix?" Nightmare taunted and laughed at the boy beside him. "You know very well that his Aksenov bitch is the reason why our business is not that active anymore"
The boy stood up and thought about the statement of his fellow gang member. Ever since Saccharide met the girl, he's not the same cold-blooded monster anymore. It's another decision that destiny fucked up big time. "Yeah, that... That" Phoenix mumbled and looked at the big portrait of Saccharide's father on the wall.
Their five-membered group has no gang name unlike in the movies and books; they prefer to be recognized individually by their maniacal names. Assassination is their business; rich ass people pay them to assassinate pretty much anyone for a butt load price. However, they only torture and kill but never steal, their boss never allows it.
The core of this group, Saccharide Heinz, is the rich heir of the biggest Weapon Industry in their country. Although, growing up from a family of generals and torture maniacs is not easy especially, for a young boy.
But that family is the reason why Saccharide was molded into a weapon...
He did change a little bit when he met that girl...
"Don't look at that portrait with such loving eyes," Nightmare taunted him after he took out a cigarette from the underside of the couch where a secret compartment can be opened.
"I was just pondering that if there is someone in this world that the Massacre is afraid of-" Phoenix wondered.
"His Father of course," Nightmare responded and quickly lit a cigarette he got from Saccharide's secret stash. "It seems that the boss rarely touches a cigarette. This couch is usually out of stash but it looks like the compartment has not been opened for a very long time."
Phoenix ignored the boy beside him and focused his eyes on the vase full of carnation flowers. He was beyond pissed seeing that a devil-like Saccharide is taking care of the girl's favorite flower inside his lair.
"He never touches a cigarette now. It's because of that girl again!" Phoenix roared and stole Nightmare's glass dagger inside his pockets before dismantling the beautifully assorted flowers in the vase. The petals were scattered on the floor like lifeless bodies. "And when he does it's because the girl is making him a nervous wreck!"
"You know that he is going to kill us from ruining his flowers, right?" Nightmare complained and threw daggers at Phoenix.
"Idiot! It's carnation... It will grow again," Phoenix replied before showing the boy his soiled glass dagger, pigments of the petals were left on its surface, leaving the once clear surface, unclean.
"Hey! Now I need to clean up mi Amor again," Nightmare whimpered as he snatched his glass dagger from Phoenix's vice grip. "Why are you so mad at that girl?"
"She is taking down our liege, mate," Phoenix said.
"A girl won't take him down Phoe-" Nightmare replied.
"Soon it will affect the gang. How about business? the money? And shit?" Phoenix said with nervousness in his voice.
"Saccharide will supply us no matter what, so what?" Nightmare smirked and picked the petals off the floor. Attacked by his laziness, Nightmare once again opened the compartment and carelessly tossed the petals inside.
"Sure, she distracts Saccharide now, but the boy needs to learn how to love once in a while" he closed the compartment and turned to his fellow once again. "Out of all the girls that Saccharide decided to break, she is the most fragile, but that is exactly what the boss needs. He's too much so, he needed a little less to balance him out,"
Phoenix clasped his hands together and sighed at the boy's obvious love fever. When he did, Nightmare smirked and came to a shocking conclusion. "Don't tell me you have something for the-"
"I don't." Phoenix directly answered, not letting Nightmare continue his sentence.
"Okay. You said so." Nightmare, finally on the verge of his teasing, let out a chuckle. The boy stared at Phoenix during his drama before finally lighting his cigarette with his lighter. He placed the cigarette between his lips and indulged in it, stopping the taunting on the sensitive boy.
"We have to do something about that girl..." he heard Phoenix whispered while still covering his face.
"We can't. And we don't have to." Nightmare replied with a smile before puffing a smoke. He looked up and saw smoke detectors above.
As soon as he saw them, he crushed the cigarette in his hand, not minding the hot sensation on his skin before stuffing it in his pocket along with the other used cigarettes. He then turned to Phoenix who has a mad expression on his face.
"Don't worry too much..." Nightmare reassured him. "She's already a threat to herself. We can't prey on somebody that has been preyed on by someone already"
"He'll kill us. Literally." He added. "He'll kill anyone for that girl."
"He can't kill his Father though" Phoenix smirked and turned to look at the big portrait of Saccharide's father.
"What are you fucking thinking? It better be great as hell" Nightmare's eyes squinted when he turned to witness the madness on the blonde-haired boy's face. It looked like the devil within was consumed by immense desperation to take out an angel.
"A war king like Saccharide's father hates nothing else in this world than a weak breed in their family," Phoenix explained and stood up from the couch.
"That's the thing... The girl is not a weakling," the green-haired lad contradicted the delusion of his companion.
Phoenix picked the stems of the torn carnations and twirled them with his fingers before looking at Nightmare to give him a suspicious look.
"Sounds like you have a thing for-" he taunted.
"I fucking don't. I'm just saying she handles Saccharide better than anyone else in this world," Nightmare explained bluntly before snatching the stem out of Phoenix's hand and putting it back on the vase. "...who would call a girl with the ability to control the Massacre weak?"
"I have a plan," declared and picked up the vase from the table. The other boy watched his actions as he slid open the big glass window and stepped outside the balcony. He followed him and felt the fresh air brush along his fair tanned skin and green colored locks.
"The only thing missing now is freshly picked carnations from the garden" Phoenix, not losing the sick smile on his face, poured the contents of the vase down the building. Nightmare just stood there in awe before shrugging his shoulders to the actions of the smirking male in front of him.
"You're sick, Phoenix..." he smiled.
"Yeah-" Phoenix replied as the last drop of water from the vase slid down the glass surface to encounter the rocky surface below.
"Yes, I am."