Friday, January 8, 20XX 00:48
He was wanted.
Not only by women but by men too. Not, in the same way, that one loves a lover, but regardless he still loved that. And he damn well knew that he would never get enough of it.
As a child, he always loved attention. Adults praised him, prize after prize and trophy after trophy. It did not take them long to lose interest in the gifted child. So instead of trophies, he would aim for referrals and detention slips. Such a sudden switch made heads turn. Anything was worth it to get eyes on him.
But now as a grown man, it was quite hard to earn attention. He could have ended up as a movie star or a politician, something of the sort. Yet he figured that type of attention was too hard for a man like him. So headed for the closest thing...
A criminal
The work was perfect for a young man like him. Agile, quick, and strong. The only issue with that was that he had to calculate his crimes at a certain time, day, and year. He didn't enjoy doing sloppy jobs. Everything had to be just right. He worried about time, he worried about the location, and most of all he worried about disposed evidence. Which usually wasn't a big deal. He was good at destroying stuff. Still, the action wasn't good enough. He lacked something...
He glanced at the diamonds and necklaces in his hands. Twisting a twenty-four karat diamond necklace he began to sway. An imaginary beat flowed around him when he was struck with an idea.
What if... Just think about it, what if he just lacked... a source of entertainment. Yes. Something like a sport or-
"Freeze! You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law..."
He turned around and looked at the cop. The cop held a gun at him with stern eyes. He looked at the cop closer... dark hair, brown eyes, a mole on his left eye. The cop wasn't ugly in the criminal's eyes. He nonchalantly lifted his hands up.
He watched the cop move and cuff him. After a harsh shove they walked. Their footsteps resounded with each step. Puddles of unidentifiable fluids covered the floor along with trash and broken glass. The walls were covered with stains and graffiti, at the end a sign reading No loitering pathetically hung for dear life. The criminal let out constant deep sighs lost in thought and obviously bored. He glanced at the cop. His eyes were focused on getting towards the cop car. After another shove into the car, the cop closed the door and began to drive.
A few minutes passed and he began to shift against the hard plastic seat. He glanced at the metal mesh divider, peeking through he noticed there was another presence in the car. "What did this one do?" a second cop that sat in the passenger seat mumbled as he chewed some food.
The first cop fixed his hat revealing his slicked-back raven black hair. "He was in the alleyway holding a necklace and…” He stopped abruptly. When he spoke again his voice was grave, “Oh shit...” The raven haired cop made an aggressive turn in the middle of the street. “Jacob, I forgot the bag!" The second cop, Jacob, choked on his food.
The criminal blinked in disbelief. Feeling himself sway with the turns of the car.
"Desi! What the hell man?!" Jacob coughed out, "Look I don't know what the hell is going on with you these days but I need you to snap out of it!" The car remained silent.
"Did Reed find out?"
Desi slammed the brakes the car screeched to a halt.
"I knew it. Desi you're such an ass, you said you were going to quit going there!" Jacob stepped out of the car.
As the cops argued, the man remained lounged in the back seat, taking his chance to undo the cuffs around his wrists. "You don't understand Jacob" Desi gripped the wheel. Jacob slammed the car door in a rage, "Understand?" he scoffed "I don't think I want to." He left headed into the alleyway.
The criminal slowly pulled out his gun from his waistband, his shoulders shaking from silent laughter The stupid cop didn't even check if he was armed.
He froze when he heard a sniffle. The cop was crying, why? He didn't understand, why in the hell was he crying?
"What's wrong with you?" The criminal pestered, "Why are you crying?"
The cop wiped his eyes. "I don't know," the cop rubbed the back of his neck “I’m overwhelmed.”
The criminal rolled his eyes, "You're not making any sense. What’s making you cry?"
An ugly sob echoed which caused the criminal to stare at the cop. "I... I cheated on my fiancé."
The criminal mentally facepalmed.That was the big deal? He did not have the time for this saps story. "Ok. Why did you do it in the first place?" His foot bounced and he looked around. He had to move fast, he didn't know when the other cop would show up.
"Well... I was drunk and it just happened so fast." Desi leaned back against the seat. "She did her job and then I paid. I walked away, but he was there," he shook his head. "He stared at me with those brown eyes I adored and I just felt lost." He brushed his hair back with both hands. "That wasn't the first time he caught me...I always told myself I would stop or to get the divorce." Desi looked up, "but...then the thought of not having him with me..."
"It just scared me you know," he took a deep breath, then smiled.
Click
"What a pity.” The criminal shook his head. “You sound like an asshole so I guess this is goodbye." The criminal shot his gun twice.
Bang bang
The cop's head slammed against the car wheel. The glass of the window had one hole and a web of cracks dispersed. The criminal took a few moments to stare at his handiwork. Huh, it looked pretty...
The criminal peeled the window and began to shimmy his way through. He looked around to find the street deathly silent. The stupid cop really ended up telling his life story to some stranger, how pathetic! He laughed maniacally. The criminal stretched and walked away from the scene. Blinking lamppost guided his way to a much busier part of the city. Music blasted through a bustling restaurant as people screamed in laughter and excitement. A street sweeper nodded politely as the criminal walked by.
Bumping into people the criminal did not bother wiping the cocky smirk from his face. He continued to wander down the street, pickpocketing unsuspecting individuals,with no place in mind...
Hour of death:
1:47
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Dice brushed his hair back and smoothed his black coat. Closing the umbrella he began to walk onto the shady tavern. He walked up to the host and slid a card. At first, they stared at him with a bored expression, but after one glance at the card, their face went pale. They glanced at him. He smiled.
"I'll be r-right back sir!" They scurried.
Dice glanced around. The lights gave the western-themed tavern a warm vibe to the lively folk. Staff dressed as an era with the women wearing long skirts and boots as the men wore vests and golden stars on their chest. The waiters held the notepads on gun holsters and the barista looked... like a barista.
"This way sir." The host shook like a leaf in the wind.
Dice tried to not roll his eyes and instead thought about what the old man wanted with him. He had started working for him after realizing that the cop he killed meant more business than Dice thought he did. He did have to admit though, his job was done quite sloppily that day...
He shrugged. If it weren't for that mistake the geezer wouldn't have hired him. "Ey Kid," a tall man with a skeletal figure repeatedly snapped his fingers, "hurry it up will ya. Boss's been waiting for ya ass."
"Nice to see you too Federico" Dice said, sticking his tongue out.
The man glared as he opened the door for him. Meanwhile, the host mumbled something to Federico and walked back to their post.
Dice walked into the office, dimly lit by some candles. "Hey old man, what's with the vibe?" He flopped onto a seat like a child.
The old man sighed. He wore a neatly pressed suit, the only wrinkles were on his face and hands. "Kid," he said with a thunderous voice, "you went too far again."
Dice dragged his words. "Whatever do you mean?" He reached to grab a caramel from the old man's desk but was immediately smacked. The old man glared. Dice softly rubbed his red hand and said, "I made an art out of that last guy-"
The old man slammed his palm. "Art?" he scoffed. He stood up and limped to a wooden file cabinet. He picked one up and threw it towards the younger man. "Open it."
In the manila folder were images of a dead corpse. It was filled with information about the dead person. Dice blinked confused as to why he was seeing his handiwork. The old man grunted as he sat down on his chair. He glanced at Dice who only gave him a shrug. The old man dramatically took a deep breath. "Kid..." he rubbed his temples "do you have any idea of how much of a problem this brings us?"
"Ah, I get it now" Dice snapped his fingers "You're scolding me because of the tactic I used-"
"Kid," the old man warned him, "you're acting like an idiot."
Immediately Dice's facial expression changed. His smile turned to a straight line and his eyes turned into a cold stare. "Nah old man," he smirked dangerously "I am just bored."
The old man closed his eyes and grumbled "What am I going to do with you kid..."
"You could let me have a caramel first-"
He received another smack to the head.
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According to the old man, it was about to be four years since he killed that cop. Not long after he was tasked with a peculiar task. Find the dead cop. Dice groaned throwing the file he had memorized by now to the table. He still couldn't find it! A damn source of entertainment, a hobby... Oh and the body of the dead cop.
He shrugged and sipped his glass of vodka, the liquid leaving an itching burn in his throat. Not a worry nor an issue to think about... or so he thought-
"Boss! Boss, we found it. We gots it!" a high-pitched voice yelled out. The short boy stopped panting. His brown hair was slicked to the right. Behind him, two other boys jogged towards them.
"Berry spoke to a friend and that friend talked to this guy and that guy knew this other girl who had a cousin that knew how to get it. So they made a deal and got it!" The brunet handed the man a manila folder. He rubbed his nose with a smug look.
Dice looked at Berry. The tallest and broadest among the boys. Berry, remained poker-faced and stoically said "It be true boss." Berry's hair was red and swept to the left. His blue eyes twitched every few seconds but remained cold and aloof.
Dice nodded. "Good," he opened the folder and began to read. "Not bad boys, detailed and quick," he closed the folder and gave them small applause. He leaned back on the sofa, gave a big stretch and pondered. "Did you guys finish the list?" He lazily peeked at the folder once more.
The blond crossed his arms and said "Yes, sir. Got all of 'em except for bakers street." His hair was swept back and his eyes were a darker blue.
"The red caps got to it first tho. Made a big deal about it too, cops were all over the place" The brunet shifted rubbing his nose. "We didn't know who it was at first but Vani caught one of 'em." He used his hands expressively. "The gal didn't want to speak so Vani got rid of her and got the other one!" The brunet's bright blue eyes strayed, "the guy told us everything so we let him go."
Vani, the blond, chuckled, "He didn't get too far though."
He patted the brunet's shoulder. "Choco finished him off."
Dice sat back up and nodded. "Good" he muttered.
The Redcaps were starting to be an issue. His gut knew it was going to happen. Or perhaps it was the alcohol taking its revenge. Dice took a deep breath and took another sip. If this continued he was going to have to gather the old man's men and eliminate them all. He lifted his feet onto the sofa's armrest.
"Boss you need to stop drinking!" Berry lifted the Ketel One Vodka bottle and closed it. The man rolled his eyes. "If you get liver problems ya better not complain." Berry placed the bottle away.
The boss threw his glass against the wall. "Do any of you understand the amount of boredom I am suffering?" The glass slid down towards an old pile of accumulated glass.
Instead of inflicting fear on the boys, the boys rolled their eyes and groaned. Choco sat on a chair and leaned against his arm. "Here we go again," he hushed to Vani.
"My boys, I pray you never suffer as I have" boss got up and stretched "you see a long time ago I was young, lively, free, and fully entertained. Now..." he rambled the boys' ears off.
Vani yawned discreetly and Berry tapped his foot to a beat. Choco nearly dozed off when a thought came into his head. He looked around, the boss was still profoundly preaching about his boredom, Vani was dozing off and Berry had created a new beat. Choco cracked his neck and interrupted the boss. "How about you get yourself a lover?"
The boss froze.
The room became deadly silent.
Berry stared at him in awe, Vani gagged at the idea, and the boss stared at him in bewilderment.
"Elaborate." Dice sat down with full interest.
Choco scratched his chin looking down "Well... If ya get yourself a partner ya won't be bored," he shrugged "Besides it seems weird that people commit themselves to one person. So, why not try it?"
Dice sat in silence for a minute. He then leaped from the chair and paced around. "It's brilliant!" He concluded his thoughts and grinned. "It all works out! The cop, his crime, the man, and the folder." He gasped and clapped his hands. "My boys, I'm afraid there's a human out there in danger and they-" He threw his arms up. "-have a passionate love storm coming their way."
Vani and Choco began to chuckle while Berry grinned. Their boss could be stupid at times. More like most of the time. Dice grabbed the folder and preached. "I, Dice K. Park, swear to devote myself to this human being for the rest of my life" The boys dramatically clapped and faked cries.
After a while, Berry proceeded to be the voice of reason.
"So how exactly are you planning to woo this person?"
The room once again remained silent...
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