Name: Malcolm Jamison

Title: “Slug”

Occupation: DeadEye’s assistant and (former) fellow serial killer.

Malcolm gave up killing a long time ago… sort of. If his cover was ever blown he’d kill again but only if necessary. He’s managed to keep his current identity a secret for long enough where he’s faded into obscurity; unlike his boss who loves the spotlight.

Tonight though he’s getting involved in their killing for once. He normally helps with undercover work and that’s the end of it but tonight his boss asked for a helping hand.

“God how do I get myself involved in this shit.” Thought Malcolm as he drove to the party.

“We’re 20 minutes away.” He said not making eye contact with his boss sitting in the passenger seat.

“Good… I can't wait to get rid of that so called ‘detective’ I swear that title is a joke nowadays.” Said DeadEye followed by a laugh that could send shivers down anyone’s spine.

Malcolm remained silent for a few minutes after that before he broke the silence once again. “I don’t get why you do this Luke.”

“Hmmm? What do you mean? And it’s Alice. Gotta keep my cover-“

“Fuck that I’m speaking to you. Put the whole job bit and target shit aside for a moment. I don’t get why you still do this. With technology nowadays they can revive anyone once they find their corpse. There’s no point to killing anymore.”

“You forget the thrill of it Malcolm. That’s why I asked you to come with me tonight.”

“The thrill?! We started this to remove corrupted people from power. To fix things and you just want to do it for the ‘thrill of it’ you’re becoming a monster Luke!” He said genuinely sounding worried and even scared in a way.

She bursts into laughter hearing that to Malcolm’s confusion. “Becoming a monster? It’s a bit too late for that Malcolm. We’re both cursed spirits. You should have thought about that before we killed Mrs.Myers. That and it’s Alice by the way.”

The rest of the car ride was silent after that. Malcolm used the time to find anyway he could find solace in this… but there is none.