Attempted Murder
@sotirras
A light and utter soft sigh ghosting away from her rather chapped lips from a cold night in a soon winter season. The heavy wind blowing harshly against anything it could greedily brush past and soft little flakes of clouds fell to grace this cursed planet.
Anfisa raised a brow at the teenager before grumbling softly. She hated this. She hated taking lives. Especially those of such an age that resemble her precious little raindrop brother— Lucas Spears. Brown eyes dully glanced around wanting to avoid looking at him. Suppose, he could live another day. The boss didn’t have to know.
Her mission was to kill him– supposed to be dead ages ago.
“… Don’t take it personally. I got a job to do kid. Boss’s orders.” Mentally groaning at calling that faceless fuck her boss. The one that took away a happy chance at freedom just to make her go crazy.
Winds howling around them almost sounding like wolves as Anfisa placed her sickles back and adjusting her scarf like hood. “Besides… He’s upset that the world wasn’t balanced or some shit like that. Get back home, alright? Get on home before your momma cries wolf that you’re gone.” She couldn’t do it.
Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. He looked too much like Lucas.
Disappointing that fucked up existence that ruined lives like hers was not an option. “… See you later.”
“sure it’s me your boss is trying to kill, or the entity that fucks with me? bc if you can get rid of that, maybe attempted murder isn’t so bad. at least you’re not standing behind some greater purpose or something like that.” he sounded unimpressed, not even moving from where he’d dodged the attack a moment prior.
he stuffed his hands in his pocket, staring at her, waiting for a response. those eyes were tired- though it didn’t seem to be because of the time of day. “anyways, who’s your boss? there's only one monster I can think of who’d kill at all, and she’s nothing like what you just said.”
