AN: finally writing and now gonna try to post once in a while, got some motivation to write this short snippet out. Not sure if I should write this like a oneshot or as a story line.
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Transactional... thats all this 'relationship' would be described as. A simple deal between the two, in which would lead you to have spared some time before your inevitable death.
Who exactly hired him for your death? You dont exactly know, hell you even asked the man that was tasked with this job, yet all your given as a answer, is the same plain 'It would be unprofessional to tell, as that information is confidential'. The same answer and nothing more than that, if you tried to bug him even more, you'll ended up with silence as he'll just stare at you with a blank and emotionless expression.
As for how it stared...
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It was a cold and breezy night, nothing but silence that followd in the forest, we'll, atleast not for the slight howling of wolf's in the distance or the slightly coo of near by nocturnal creatures. The same old sound you heard when out in the forest camping.
Thats until... a small very slight and almost unnoticeable 'crunch' of a leaf on the forest ground was heard. Then soon after the silence in the forest was now very noticeable unlike before, the occasional coo of a creature, the sound of distant howing were now gone. Almost how it would've sounded like if a prey- a rabbit was being stalked by a predator- a wolf. Then in the next few seconds before you could even turn to face where the quiet noise was heard, an sharp item flys through the air, almost deliberately hitting the trunk of a tree. If it wasn't for how the sharp object was silent and shaped as a personalised weapon... you would have thought it was a hunter, almost mistaking you as a big game, but oh- how wrong you were. As you glance down at the pin that stuck itself deeply into the trunk of the tree, another pin is thrown again, this time breezing near the jugular point on your neck, a slight graze, although enough to make a shallow cut that drew out a drip of blood.
Then finally you react, turning around sharply towards the point of action, the person or rather dark figure you spot in the forest is a tall, lean and imposing figure. Even as you can't see more than the outline of the figure, you can certainly sense nothing from the individual standing before you. Which is another odd and dangerous observation.
-no aura
-no sound
-no unnecessary movements
-Just precise
-Just efficent
-Just lethal
The qualities that no hunter would want to be presented with when on the other side of an opponent. The next movement was silent, as expected, quick and unfeeling, like a robot programed to end things quickly, and at this moment, you were its task to be completed. To be killed.
Another pin should have been predicted, as it seemed to be the individuals main and personalized weapon. Long distance, usually this meant the weilder didn't want to involve their selves with close range attacks, close combat. Thats what you observed, and predicted but atlast instead a sharp dash was presented. In what seemed like less of a second, the figure was infront of you, before you could even react, the sharp pain was felt on the side below your left rib, a jab. A harsh jab at that. Then you finally move, to react to the fact you had been wrong about the figure choosing to fight long distance, yet you try to move and fight back-
But a kick was presented at the side of your right abdomen, sharp pains here and there as the figure delt blows to your body, like a punching bag, you unfortunately took them all. Dealing with blows that would take weeks to heal- thats if you do make it out alive. The individual you were with was skilled, too skilled to be a hunter, having long black hair that blended in too well with the dark forests background, their irises dark, black and as emotionless as the figures fighting style, straight and too the point.
Although you could have tried to fight back, it would have been proven useless, the figure was fast, moving like a blur, the other downside was the fact you were a long range to medium range type of fighter. Not a close combat, hand to hand type of fighter. Which unfortunately, your opponent seemed to he skilled at all fighting styles, close range, long range and medium range...
Your choice of weapon?
-a katana, easy for medium range attacks, but getting close enough to deal lethal blows, but not close enough to where your within arms length. Due to that, there was no opening you could take to unsheath your weapon, to be able to drawl the sword and have a 'fair' chance at fighting for your life, as at the moment it literally depended on it.
No, this would be it. The end of your time as a hunter, well you did wanted to know who the person was that sent a literal killing machine after you- but it seemed like you wouldn't be getting an answer at the end of this fight, or more like a beating session.
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Then it ended with you on the ground, pinned and bleeding, a needle shaped object with a round ball which made it easier for the weilder to hold, was pinned to the soft skin of your neck, like a wolf's jaw ready to pierce through the soft fur of a rabbits vulnerable neck.
Throughout the whole fight there was nothing said from the individual, no heavy breathing, no side conversation, not until now.
"You're sloppy- uncoordinated" The individual spoke in a plain, very blunt and emotionless tone. The sharp piercing eyes stared blankly at you, as if killing was just a second thought, which it might very been so.
Tensing up as the slightest movement when the needle was ready to prick your skin, you spoke up abruptly-
"I-I can pay you double!" Your voice slightly quivers from the exhaustion of trying to stay alive from the eariler fight, and the burning sensation from the inflicted wounds you took on. "I can pay you- double of whatever your client offered you!" It was a desperate response, a desperate cry, to save your poor pathetic life atleast for a second longer.
Silence, for about a minute or two, which to you felt like a painful long hour.
Then the figure spoke up
"Double?" Cold and calm. The individual glanced down at you, silent and unblinking, for a moment they seemed to be in thought, although it was almost impossible to read the poker face the guy had. After a moment of silence, the figure removes the needle from your neck, then stands up with ease. Leaning back as he slowly and deliberately places the pin needles back into his shirt like another place holder for the weapon.
"I suppose I can wait this out until one of you pays me first" a cold response, no pity or sympathy was in the tone, just a straightforward statement about payment.
Now you just had to scramble up a few hundred thousand Jenny to complete the transaction that was keeping you alive for a while longer
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AN: AHHH I haven't wrote in so long, hope this isnt trash :p @mtf-muffin ALSO, my alt account for drawings 🫥
