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I climb the creaking old stairs, taking my time, procrastinating.

"Hey, baby, you got anything? Can you help me?" A woman in a threadbare dress steps out from the shadows just as I make my way to the second floor.

"I don't have anything for you." I grumble and try to take the next step.

"Oh come on, baby, someone as fine as you—I'm sure you can help me with what I need." She whines pathetically, and I turn to look at her again.

Someone as fine as me.

She's seen my face.

I can't have that.

I can't leave any witnesses.

"If you're a good girl, I may have exactly what you need." I step off the stairs and walk in her direction. With every step, the strong, fishy, dirty odor wafts up to my nose. She smells like crap.

"Yeah. I'll be a good girl for you, baby. I'll do whatever you want me to do." She pants and starts pulling on her dress as if she knows this is the only way she'll be able to pay for whatever it is I have to offer her. Unfortunately for her, I need a different form of payment. One that is much more permanent than just a quick fuck.

"Private?" I ask, raising my eyebrow and continuing to walk closer to her. I turn my head to the side and take a deep, clear breath. I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to stay this close to her without gagging.

"The stairwell. No one comes in there anyway," The woman smiles at me, and I can see the dirt and decay on her teeth. How has she let herself go this far?It's almost a shame that I couldn't see her in her prime, I'm sure she was quite the looker.

"Yeah, sweetheart, the stairs will do just fine." I whisper while I follow her into the dark and piss-smelling stairwell.

A light flickers above us.

The staccato flashing pauses every few seconds before returning to illuminate the small area once again.

"I'm so ready for you, baby. So ready." She mewls and spreads her legs for me.

"On your knees, beautiful." I order, and the woman quickly does as I ask.

I gag silently once and fight to keep my reflexes under control.

I can't afford to leave any DNA behind, not that any system would be able to track me.

Slowly, I pull out the razor-sharp hunting knife from where I have it sheathed against the small of my back and press the tip into the center of the back of her neck. She moans and wiggles her ass a little more, unaware of what's about to happen to her.

"I'm sorry for this, sweetheart. I really wish you hadn't seen my face." I whisper, and her body goes rigid.

The one second of fear before I slam the knife straight through her neck. Cutting off her brain stem from the rest of her body. She's dead before she has time to exhale. No pain, fast, exactly what she deserved.

I wipe the knife against her dress before I push it back into the sheath at my back. I need to get back on task before someone else snatches up my bounty.

If anyone is going to kill Stella, it'll be me.

Two

Vitto

It's nothing for me to leave a body behind after I've taken a life. Usually, the people that come in contact with me are the same people civilized folks would call the scourge of the neighborhood. No one ever comes looking for me. I doubt anyone ever will.

Slowly I make my way up to the third floor and into the vacant apartment where I've watched Stella time and time again. She's too beautiful to be sitting up in some drug den. Lounging around in a piss-puddled apartment, murmuring and moving around with druggies who only have one thing on their mind. When they'll get their next hit.

I whistle a soft and low rendition of Otis Redding's Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay as I place my duffle bag on the floor near my feet and start pulling out my equipment. One of my best purchases. A Nemesis Arms vanquish. One of the only long-range caliber rifles that can be broken down and packed away when I'm done with it. The .308 Winchester bullet is perfect for making sure the target is truly taken care of. Not to mention it's one of the sexiest bullets in the world, in my opinion. Sleek, pointed, long.

Stella's bullet is already chosen, I even painted a small heart on the casing. Even though I have to kill her, I can kill her with love.

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