Dead or alive it said, that doesn’t mean in one piece.
He had killed people, the least I could do was take him out back and make him go pop. It wasn’t my fault that the pop was a literal pop, I didn’t even know I could do that, I just felt like trying.
Anyway. Point is I was covered in blood, carrying a head, because apparently the part you want to pop isn’t the part that pops but whatever.
I think a kid started crying at one point? I don’t really remember it’s not like I paid attention.
“I have your guy,” I said as I placed the head down on the guild counter. They had asked for this, begged for me specifically, I don’t know why they were giving me such a horrific look.
“Oh my God that’s Paul,” someone said. I didn’t ask for his name, just my coin and to do a good deed. “He’s killed Paul!”
“Paul!” Someone else cried as he came to cradle the head in his hands. “He’s killed my boy, my darling boy! He’s a monster! He’s killed my son.”
“I fulfilled a bounty,” I shrugged. “Not your fault your son was a vicious murderer.”
“You idiot! They look nothing alike!”
I squinted at the wanted poster, when had I lost my glasses? Maybe he was right, this was not the man I needed to kill. Oops.
“Was Paul…” I tried to find a way to frame the question. “A bit of a dick? Because if he was I believe I solved the problem.”
The people in the building continued to cry, and I was beginning to feel awkward, so I simply left. Nobody followed me.
I had a bounty to finish anyway.
