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"Message from the Boss..." It spoke to the first assassin. Leaving the note. It then ran off to the rooms of the other assassins. This would be quite a fun mission for them...
The note was rather ominous sounding...
"My loyal assassins:
I have a very important mission for you today. There is a man, a very powerful man, who is getting far to close to us. He must be eliminated. This will require you to work in a group. In fact, expect to see this group a lot more. The group will consist of The Nurse, The Doctor, The Policeman, The Lawyer, The Dancer, The Stripper, The Zoo Keeper, and The Grave Digger. Please attempt to get along... I would hate to see my favorites... Die. Your mission is simple. Kill Charles Anderson.
Sincerely,
This is what the letter says. Best find the other assassins and get started.
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A sigh escaped from her lips as she knocked harder on the door this time. "Yo! Wake up! We've got a letter from The Boss."
She sighed, waiting a few more seconds and turned around on her heels, wondering if anyone else has woken up yet. Her eyes shifted to the second door on the right.
"There's only one way to find out.." She said to herself.
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"Oh, my bad." he let him go and smiled to himself. The Messenger handed him the note. He smiled while reading it. Hm. Interesting. I haven't been on a group mission in quite some time...
He pulled on his bloody coat and looked at it for a moment. He had forgotten to wash it again? He sighed and walked out, snagging his weapons as he went. He let out a yawn. The Dancer? He thought staring at the girl. He rubbed his eyes. I wouldn't know... He hunched over, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Good morning miss... How is your Boss?" The question sounded odd, but the Doctor knew what he meant. There was no way she wouldn't get it... Right?
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Satisfied that his assault went exactly as planned he grabbed the black clothed man by the collar of his shirt and pushed him several inches up the wall. "Yeh got sum kinda nerve bargin' in my house at night." He said cooly, with murderous intent dripping from his voice. He leaned close enough for the intruder to smell the horrible stench of decaying teeth and tobacco on his breath. "You got some business with me boy?"
Between bouts of coughing and gasping for breath the messenger managed to squeak out "Boss *cough*... Boss, mission * wheeze*"
"Oh" Mudd said with a hint of surprise in his voice, "Well why didn't yew say that sooner." He let the man slide back onto the floor but still kept him against the wall. The messenger struggled to get a piece of paper of his pocket and hand it to the Grave Digger. "What do you 'spect me to do with this? Blow my fuckin' nose or somthin'? GOD DAMNIT BOY DON'T PATRONIZE ME, FUCKIN' READ IT!" For added emphasis he shoved the note back into the messengers face with more than necessary force.
After the messenger read the note Mudd struck a look of pure concentration, or maybe he was just debating weither or not to end this poor cowards life. "Aight, tell the Boss I'll do it. But next time act like a normal fucker and use the door, hows that sound eh?" He lightly tapped the mans cheek with an open palm and walked out into the bright light of the hallway.
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Her eyes were blinded by the bright light for a moment before leaning against the wall, her eyes focused on the wooden floor before shifting her gaze back to The Doctor.
"..Hm. I guess everyone's got a skeleton in their closet, aye."
She turned her heels to face Grave Digger. She nodded in his direction. "Mornin'."
Arabella looked at the other doors that were yet to be opened. There was silence for a few moments, she was expecting for atleast one more person to wake up. She disliked people that weren't punctual. Either you're in it to win it, or you should just quit. These losers are just going to slow me down. She thought to herself. Her foot began to tap against the hard wooden floor once again. "Where the hell is everyone else? Honestly, they should have the decency to atleast get their lazy asses out of bed for The Boss.." Her thoughtful smile had faded away as a frown replaced it, a result of her impatience and short temper. Scoffing, she leaned her head against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. Just count to ten, Bella.
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He looked up to see The Dancer looking a little impatince "Hey, Dancer, calm down some people don't care about doing this like you do" He looked at her with a smirk on his face.
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"Excuse me sir, but I can't have you asleep on the job... I wouldn't want you to fall asleep. I would have to have The Nurse give you something to wake you up. And when you did wake, you would be missing an organ or two." A grin came to his face. He cackled to himself and looked around. The Dancer was the Dancer, as he had thought. The Grave Digger was quite obviously himself. There was no one else that smelled that fowl and looked that bad. The new ones had to be the Policeman and the Stripper. They were good friends, if he correctly recalled. He sighed to himself. This mission would be odd. He couldn't help but wonder why The Boss would put this awkward group together. He glanced at the Dancer, feeling momentarily glad that The Boss had made each of them immune to each other's magic. He looked around the room, a smiled coming to his face as he pulled a scalpel from his pocket. He tossed it at the figure that was crawling in through the window. The Messenger stopped in his tracks.
"I-I was here to tell you that The Doctor will be leading the mission.... Why is it that people keep trying to kill me?" He fell down and out of sight. The Doctor gave a wide smile. Him lead the mission?!
"This is wonderful! I never get to lead big groups!" He smiled and retrieved his scalpel from the window. He smiled at it with a laugh, "These things can be thrown too..."
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Yeah her personality just completely changed from playful and fun, to non-caring and dangerous. The Policeman knows what happens when someone messe with her in this personality.
Looked at the messager, he seemed to be frighten of the Doctor "What you do to the poor guys, when he saw you he turned pale like a ghost?" She said with a mean smirk on her face while looking up and the man with the Blood stained lab coat.
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Dawn stared out the window. She was bored. The messenger had shown up only moments earlier, exhausted and beaten-up with the Boss' letter. She wanted to kill someone.
She grabbed her syringe and stuffed it into the pocket of her dress and hopped down from her bed. Her hair flowed down her shoulders, accenting her tan skin. She had been utterly bored, sitting alone, in her one-room apartment... At least, until the boy had showed up.
So the boss wants them to go on a group mission? She adjusted her skirt and ran her fingers through her hair as she walked out of the apartment. Bring it.
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The Doctor's remark made her giggle, a smirk appearing across her face.
Another sigh danced along her lips. Her fingers tapped against the hollow walls, her mind wandering off for a moment before she heard what the messenger had to say.
The tapping ceased, her curious eyes now focused on The Doctor. "Mn'.. Leader, aye? How long have you been doing this?"
She had been waiting for a challenge for a while. The little dancer had been bored of her mundane life with her fiance.
She needed some way to release stress. And this was the perfect opportunity.
Arabella knew that she was born to do this.
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"Was that an age joke... I don't like it when people talk about how young I am... I actually hate it when people do. In fact, this scalpel looks like it would fit nicely in your throat. Don't mention my age again... Ever." He grinned a little bit, his eyes shining at the sight of his scalpel. He then went back to smiling. "But if you must know, I've been here for a year now." He turned around, spinning some and begin to call,
"Nuuuurse! Oh Nurse! Where did you get off too! We need you for the mission and, is that the Lawyer?" He glanced to The Lawyer with an odd glance. He listened to him talk nodding. When he made fun of him being leader he hung his head.
"I was excited you know... Anyway, sounds like a good idea. Policeman!" he pointed to the Policeman who was currently on the ground, "You should do some investigating as well. Anderson is a Police Detective, so that means we will be needing you to fetch most of the information on him. If you do well, I'll give you a lollipop. Now then. I need to decide where we should kill him and how..."
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"Wonder why the leader wants this bastard killed anyways" He said to myself and putting on his uniform and went back to finding more infromation.
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‘She thinks were crazy! She is mocking us Mudd! Just look at that stuck up little bitch, looking down on us like were no better than the dirt on the bottom of her whore shoes. We can’t have that now can we? Such disrespect!’ The familiar voice in his head rang out in his head. ‘Your right.’ He confirmed the voice’s suspicion. ‘Something has got to be done about this lil’ tramp.’
Mudd walked over to where the dancer was standing, making sure that his feet hit the ground with ample force. “Ya’ got sumthin’ tah say to me ma’am? “ He spoke with venom to her before spitting a mouthful of vile brown saliva, the result of the chaw of skoal he had resting on his gum. “Cause you look like ya’ got a problem with me. Ain’t ya ever seen a REAL man a’fore?”
‘She’s not getting the point you fool! Emphasize your superiority! Crush that pretty little face of hers against the wall!’ “I think that’s enough.” The Grave Digger said to the voice none knew was present. ‘No Mudd, I’m afraid your wrong you little pussy! Your letting her off too easy; how could you let her look down on you like that and allow her to take another breath?! YOU’RE A DISGRACE TO COWARDS EVERYWHERE!’ “I said…” Mudd took a deep breath, “THAT’S ENOUGH!!” With that the Grave Digger thrust his hand through the wall roughly a foot away from the young lady’s head. He looked around puzzled at everyone’s reaction. “And just what are you looking at eh?” As he began to return to his normal self he walked back to where he was previously standing, oblivious to the crimson pool that was forming on the carpet a few feet below his cut up hand.
He turned to look at the doctor. He never liked doctors…. They always told him that HE was the crazy one… Those lying little bastards… “So are we going to get this shit rollin’ or are we gonna just sit here yappin’ til’ were blue in the face?”
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Everyone was here, right? So they could go and kill Chris Anderson after locating him. "So, I heard something about a Mr. Anderson on the radio yesterday. He sounded really familiar. Does anyone know anything more? He pikes my...interest." They should get it.
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It had been some time since she had worked with anyone other than the doctor. She adored the boss; he was like her savior. She had needed something to do in order to release the excess energy within her, the hunger that gnawed at her soul. Something like this was exactly what she needed.
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"Looks like I'm not the only crazy one here. It's nice to see I'm not alone. Anyway, it seems that Mr. Anderson will be a very easy target. Charles Anderson. He is the one who has been investigating this little league for about three years...," He spoke with a little crazed tone. He looked at those who were looking at him funny and laughed loudly; placing a hand on his head in a face palm type motion.
"I completely forgot that I went to college with this guy! We can just strut right in, kill him, and come back out without a scratch!" A wild looked came to his eyes. This was going to be fun. Maybe to much fun. he let his grin widen into a psychotic one and turned to the group; seeing that he had faced away from them in his little outburst. He noticed that the Zoo Keeper was present now.
"Nice of you to join us." He spoke creepily and turned away from the group once more, mumbling to himself for a moment. He turned back around, dropping a voice recorder in his pocket with a smile.
"Someone snag the Policeman and let's get on our merry way. I want to kill this guy tonight." He cackled to himself again and sat on the ground. He needed to calm down some, he probably needed medicine. Yes... Medicine. He pulled out some pills from one of his pockets, staring at the label for a moment. He shrugged and took one of the odd pills. He then pulled out his scalpel.
"It's awfully shiny... I can't help but wonder why... It gleams like this... Because it would be far more useful if it didn't shine...." He mumbled to himself yet again; staring at the scalpel.
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While Mudd used what little rational though he possessed to come to the conclusion that killing the one in charge of this mission would be a bad idea, at least at this point, he did decide it best to appease the voice if only slightly. "Just who are yew callin' crazy you got'danged mule fucker!" He reached into the doorway of his room to grab his one true friend. His spade. Now armed the Grave Digger walked slowly towards the doctor, enjoying the scrapping sound the tip of his shovel made against the floor. "You got some helluva' nerve callin' me crazy! Do you know who yer fuckin' with boy! I AM NOT A MAN YOU WANT TO PIS-", and then he saw it. The mirrior.
Now to most this cheep imitation gold framed mirror would be used for vain purposes. However to one as far from their right mind as Mudd was it was something far more grim. It was Mudd in all truth, however it was a later version of Mudd. One after his time on this earth ended. His skin had a sick pale greenish yellow tone to it and was clearly stretched taunt to the point of looking nearly leathery. His left eye was completely albino, covered with the cataract of old age and both seemed to be sunken into the back of his skull. His lips were now nonexistent, reveling the few teeth he had left to be rotten down to his blacked gum and a maggot ridden muscle in the space his tongue used to reside in. Mudd's new face's sickly colored and flaking skin was covered in gashes, though none seemed to bleed not surprisingly.
"Whats wrong Mudd?" the voice in his head seemed to speak through the rotten hole obivously not capable of speech much to his host's terrified reaction. "Scared to see what the future holds for you? Well this is it! Even now your nothing more than a corpse waiting to be decayed. You have no soul, no life, and your body is barely even yours now isn't it? How does it feel to know your nothing more than a walking cadaver before you time has even come yet?"
The Grave Digger lost all control at his reflection haunting him in that cheep piece of polished glass. He raised his weapon of choice and trust it at the neck of his haunting reflection, only to see it laughing at his vain attempts to quell its taunts. It continued to laugh as it fell to the floor as it shattered blow after powerful blow, dealt by a weapon used to conseal the dead, now put to its purpose.
"I'M ALIVE YOU BASTARD! YOU HEAR ME I'M MORE THAN A FUCKIN' CORPSE GOD DAMNIT!!" He reached down and grabbed a large jagged piece of shatter glass and ran it forcefully down his arm, relived to see scarlet water rush to the surface of his punctured skin. It was all the proof he needed that he was different from that damned reflection.
He dropped the glass and took several shaky shallow breaths before retreating back to his room. Once inside he grabbed one of his "special" cigarettes, tobacco laced with 15mg of PCP. He quickly lit the drug up and ran it down to the filter in three long drags before throwing it to the floor and stomping it out.
He returned to his peers in the hallway, and rested his eyes as he leaned against the door frame for a few short seconds before collapsing and sliding down to the floor, his back never leaving the wall.
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"Now that everyone is good and angry! Let's get on with the show. I would hate to disappoint the Boss...," he rolled his eyes just a little at that and turned around, placing the scalpel in his pocket. He yawned somewhat and rubbed his eyes, looking rather childish. He smiled at the group and laughed.
"We're going to want each other dead by the time this is over with."
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Looking to the group, she said, "If you value your lives, I suggest you retreat to your rooms and only come back out when the thrashing has ceased." She smiled at them and pranced back to her room, no concern on her pretty face.
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A tiger appeared nonchalantly at her side, and one hand petted it while she watched the thrashing down the hall. That Nurse could ruin everything if a passerby were to walk down here. Then again, a tiger wouldn't really be inconspicuous either, so she shooed it away.
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"When everyone gets outside, then we'll leave. I want this done tonight."
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"Now how the fuck did I wind up with this?" He looked at the wound. "AND WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE A PURPLE STITCHES. Yew weirdo's get some kinda' kick outa' makin mah arm look like some kinda queer skunk?" It was obivious he was still in a foul mood, though the PCP had improved his out look slightly as he smile oddly and swayed as he stood. "Now how about we git down to business eh?" He said as he turned his back and walked down the hall, dragging his spade behind him. Sure he didn't know where he was going but he was confident the others would take his lead and follow. And if not, well...one never knows the possibilities a night can hold. He smiled at the certainty of spilled blood in the near future.
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