Chapter 2: A Complicated Turn of Events

The sun had finished setting, and the crickets were now chirping. There was a cool breeze outside.

“Loona, where in fuck’s name have you been!?” Blitzø yelled, stepping out of the portal and into the apartment.

“Shh, quiet down. He’s trying to sleep.” Loona said softly.

“Wait, who’s asleep?” Blitzø asked incredulously. “Your first mission, and you spared the target? What the fuck Loona!”

“He isn’t just the target, he’s also the client.”

“Whoah, whoah, whoah. Wait a minute here.” Blitzø paused, rubbing his nose. “That makes no sense, how can the target be the client, unless…” Realization hit him.

“You said he’s asleep right?” Blitzø said, finally lowering his voice. “Where is he?”

Loona pointed to the door across the room. “In there.”

Blitzø started walking towards the door, when Loona stopped him. “Don’t wake him up.”

“I’m just gonna look, alright?” Blitzø whispered before opening the door. Loona shook her head.

Blitzø peered into the bedroom, and his eyes adjusted to the darkness. The area was bright before him, and in the corner of the room was a futon, and on it a sleeping human lay under the covers. He could hear light snoring, his breathing however was quick, meaning one of two things. He was still awake, which was unlikely giving the door was now open and he had yet to budge. Or he was experiencing a bad dream. Blitzø softly shut the door, before turning to Loona.

“Come on Loona, let’s go home.” He said.


“What, you can’t tell me you’re staying here.”

“Someone has to.”

“And why is that?” Blitzø was now getting irritated.

“He’s suicidal. You can’t just leave him alone. What if he commits the act?”

“Doubtful giving he paid us to take him out. He’s too much of a pussy to do it.” Blitzø spit out the last few words.

“I’m staying.”

“Now, I’m your father, and you need to-“

“No. I said I’m staying. If he ends up doing something, I won’t forgive myself.”

“We kill for a living Loona, why does some pathetic turd of a human matter so much?”

“Shut up Blitzø. I looked into his soul, and what I saw there concerns me.” She sighed. “I’m not leaving him alone.”

“Fuck it, I guess I’ll get Moxxie to watch him.”


“Oh for fuck’s suck Loona, why? Does it really matter who watches him?”

“You could easily just tell Moxxie to take him out.” Loona said. Now it was her turn to get irritated. “I’m not stupid Blitzø. I can tell you want the job done. I’m staying here until I feel that he’s safe.”

“Safe from who Loona, he’s-“


“F-fine! You do whatever it is your gonna do, but I mean when I say this, no funny business. You hear me?”

“What are you implying?”

“Oh ho ho, you can’t hide anything from me Loona; I saw you blushing when I opened that door.” Blitzø revealed. “Goodnight Loona.” Blitzø then stepped back into the portal before it closed.

“He’s a real dickhead sometimes.” Loona mumbled.

“Who is?” Chris asked, opening his bedroom door.

“Oh, nobody. It’s Nine o’clock, you not able to sleep or some shit?”

“No, I uh… I take usually my showers at night before bed.”

“Fine, get your clothes together, I’ll start the shower.”

“Oh, uh, Thanks.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Loona entered the bathroom and taking caution she opened the medicine cabinet. “Lets see here, Abilify, Wellbutrin… Xanax?” Realizing that there could be other dangers hiding in plain site, Loona made a last second decision. One that neither she, nor Chris would like.

Chris had finished grabbing some clothes and walked into the bathroom to see Loona sitting on the toilet. He immediately jumped backwards, dropping his clothes. “Sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“What? Oh,” She said realizing what happened. “I’m just sitting here, not like I’m taking a shit.”

“Oh, uh. Ok.” Chris said, gathering his clothes off the floor. “You can go now.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want you doing anything stupid, so I’m staying in here.”


“No buts,” Loona ordered. “I’ll step out for a moment, but after sixty seconds I’m coming back in. Just tell me whenever you’re done, and I’ll step out again.”

“I’m just not comfortable with that.” Chris said.

“Don’t care. I’m not letting you hurt yourself.”

“But I’m not-“

“You hired me to kill you, and that didn’t go as planned.” Loona stated. “So forgive me if I don’t trust you to not hurt yourself right now.”

“I… fine.” Chris sighed.

“Okay. You have one minute on the count of three, two,” Loona started counting as she exited the bathroom. “One.”

After Chris finished showering and getting dressed Loona had a look around the kitchen. She realized he hadn’t eaten once since she’d been there, and it was now nearly ten o’clock.

‘Fuck, I feel like a babysitter right now,’ Loona thought. ‘Why couldn’t this just have been a normal ass job?’ Taking a look in the freezer, she saw a couple bag meals. Her stomach grumbled. ‘Shit, I’m hungry too…’

Chris was sat on the sofa when Loona walked into the living room, a large bag meal in each hand. ‘Which one of these do you want?’ Loona asked. ‘Beef Lo Mein or Chicken Fried Rice?’

“You don’t have to. Besides, I’m not hungry.”

Loona let out a low growl. “You haven’t eaten all day! What are you trying to starve yourself?”

“No, I’m just not hungry!”

“I don’t believe that for a second-“

Chris interrupted. “It’s my nerves okay? When I get really nervous, I have no appetite.”

“You have to eat something! Besides, why are you so nervous anyway?”

“Because a pretty hellhound is taking care of me, okay!” He said. Quickly realizing what he’d uttered, he covered his face, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.”

Loona’s face was red, but not from anger. ‘He thinks I’m… pretty.’ Ignoring the faux pas, Loona spoke up again. “Which one?”

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