It was a dangerous job, that you knew. You knew that you would be risking your life for the sake of one person; only one person. They were your job, your objective. Like a dragon to his gold; you were there to protect.
However, you did not expect your objective to be the dangerous part of the job. No, no- you were told that he was hardly a man- hardly anything! He was some fragile guy who was super smart that could barely hold a knife!
So what was this? This..person who paraded around his big fancy house, flaunting his riches, laughing and teasing his enemies right in the face. This man that would then smack the others across the face for so much as looking at him wrong.
This man that forced you to bow to him everytime he called for you. Giving you a specific routine like- like a pet! Calling you names and pulling on your eyelashes like some evil, curious kid. Yes, evil he was, worse than the people who wanted him dead.
And here you were, treated like soot under his crisp clean boots, bowing. Your eyes were trained on your own combat boots. They felt heavy, your dark brown boots, too heavy. Filled with grim and dirt and muck. That was how he saw you, currently.
And slowly, so slow, your eyelids went up with your iris, landing on his covered feet, climbing up to his knees that seemed to shake under your gaze. You knew it wasn’t true- it couldn’t be. Not then, not ever.
“Hey,” his curt voice cut through the silence. It was unnerving on his low and dark his voice could be- “I want you to kill him.”
-and always so damn blunt.
Your abdomen flew up, out of that uncomfortable 90 degrees bow you were in, settling into a soldier's stance; straight and sharp, proof you weren’t all talk. Maybe that was why he “liked” you so much. Straight to the point. Or maybe it was because you’ve saved him so many times with many more instances to come.
It didn’t matter, anyway, there was a mission to be done, another thing to get rid of. Another pest in your objective’s way.
And it sure as hell wouldn’t be as dangerous as him.
