Thread: Miss Murder [ Bear & LaughtersAssassin ]

Contract killing wasn't without its flaws. For someone like Anthony Monroe, there was always a disconnect between lost lives and paychecks. Remorse was an attribute best left at the door, but on more than a few occasions, Anthony felt that twinge of guilt as he placed the butt of his gun to some poor schmuck's skull. He'd killed men and women, young and old, most of whom were completely innocent aside from having issues with someone who happened to want them dead and had the money to make it happen. It was a lucrative business, but it was illegal and the risks were starting to outweigh the reward. Everything had to be done meticulously and planned out months, and even in some extreme cases, upwards of a year in advance. It was exhausting working out logistics in order to end a life. After five years in the business, Anthony was seeking a way out, or at least a way to channel his aggression in a better way. Everyone knew about Dr. Kevorkian, the man known as Doctor Death because of the way he provided death to those who were better off dead than suffering. Anthony was by no means a doctor, but he did have a way to provide the same service. If he could channel Kevorkian's efforts in a broader way, who was to say he couldn't be successful? There would be the terminally ill. Given a death sentence and having to live out those final few months or years in debilitating pain had little merit. Because euthanasia was illegal, cancer patients couldn't just ask for someone to kill them. Unless they could. Anthony could provide that service. He was well versed in killing. He knew the angles a bullet took through the skull. He had a 100 success rate and that was with people who didn't know what was coming. If it was something planned out, there was no doubt he would get the job done. And even those who weren't ill, but were struggling with other demons, would benefit from his new service. He would set up an anonymous hotline. He'd hire a few trustworthy souls to run it and he would be the bringer of death. A bullied teen looking for an escape. An old man whose wife passed away and who can find no more conceivable reason to live, but for some reason can't bring himself to tie the noose or pull the trigger. Anthony would be that safety valve. Business boomed from the moment he sent things in motion. It wasn't long before the hotline was getting upwards of fifty calls a day. The demand was insane. He never expected so many people wanted an out, but it was probably easier to grapple with knowing they wouldn't be the one's sealing the deal. Anthony would, in any means necessary. His choice of weapon was a pistol he'd had since he was 18, but not everyone who called in wanted death by bullet. Some actually wanted to bleed out. He provided the slices to the wrists or neck. Some wanted to hang. Anthony tied the noose and kicked the chair free. Some wanted a calming, peaceful way out. Anthony provided the medication. He'd never turned anyone away and the rousing success and that crazy first month wasn't an anomaly. It wasn't until Anthony's assistant, Melanie called him and told him of a phone call she received earlier that night. It was unlike any request he'd ever gotten before, but it was the type that could change his life forever. He was making plenty of money. Those who wanted to die weren't all too worried about future assets, so they weren't stingy when it came to an asking price. But this one...this one wasn't a one time engagement. And from what Melanie told him, she had a lot of assets to spare when he took her life. Anthony dressed casually for his first meeting with the woman with the unusual request. In all honesty, he had no idea what to expect and didn't mask the fact that he was quite confused as he stepped inside the restaurant that would serve as the venue to their first meeting. Was it a date? He supposed given her request, it was a date. He was starting to feel as if maybe his casual dress was inappropriate. The woman was around his age, perhaps a few years younger, and strikingly beautiful. Anthony always asked to see his prospective clients. It made it feel more personal and intimate and he liked that. There was a disconnect contract killing, but 1-800-SUICIDE allowed him to make connections. It made the job more fulfilling. When Melanie provided him a picture, Anthony was pleasantly surprised. If people saw the two of them out together, there would be no red flags. They looked like they belonged together, if that was a thing. As he walked into the restaurant and told the hostess who he was looking for, she quickly ushered him to the booth. It was only a few feet from the front door and there was Lucie, looking just as she had in the photo. Her request may have been bizarre, but he wasn't one to judge. He never thought he'd reached the point where suicide was even an option for him, but he could understand those who wanted to go through with it. Life could be cruel sometimes. You must be Lucie, he said as he pulled his coat off. He slipped into the booth opposite her and draped the coat beside him. Her choice in dress was a little peculiar, but oddly appropriate given the terms of their new relationship. I have to say, I've never had a request quite like yours, so forgive me if I seem a bit out of my element. He ordered a glass of wine for himself when the waiter came with Lucie's and folded his hands on the table in front of him. It was really happening. The next phase in the Bringer of Death's booming business.