BlackPup

Did you know Deathstalker ? It's a yellow scorpion that is considered to be one of the most deadly species. What if the Deathstalker is a human ? 

Scott Bennet one day woke up with nothing left in his brain, except for self defense and the art of.. killing people. Forced by situation, he finally decided to become an assassin. More than four years later, after gor into an accident that nearly kill him, something's wrong with him. His brain works faster and he is healed faster, too. Beside that new capability, he also finally found out about his past. Unfortunately, his past is not a good news for him. And worse, his past is demanding to be back as his present. Can he avoid his past and lives his new life ?

This is not a reincarnate novel, or Therianthrophy (myth of human shapeshifting into animal). This novel is merely a story about a guy who lost all his past memories and while finding out who he really is, he realizes that the best job he can do is killing people.

The Death Stalker

You wanna go now?" Simon asks when I request the bill. My nod makes him click his tongue in disappointment. "I thought you wanted to meet Jeanny," he says.

"Jeanny?" I repeat, handing him some cash.

"The new striptease dancer. She'll be here soon," Simon replies, making me chuckle.

Eventually, I decide to sit down again, realizing I still have about ten minutes before I need to leave. I turn my attention back to the stage. A man—clearly drunk—is dancing with the dancer on stage, his big fat belly swaying side to side. The audience boos him, telling him to get down, but he doesn't seem to care.

"Hi, Simon," a woman's voice reaches my ears.

"Hi, Jean... usual?" Simon asks her. She doesn't respond verbally, so she must be nodding. I glance at her. She's the new striptease dancer. I recognize her brunette hair and her average-sized boobs.

"Hey, Jean... there's someone who wants to meet you," Simon says to her while handing her a drink—a Bloody Mary, if I'm not mistaken. She glances in my direction as Simon gestures toward me. She only smirks before going back to her smartphone.

Maybe it's her reaction that makes me decide to approach her. Standing very close to her back, I lean one elbow on the bar to support my head, just a couple of inches from her ear. She's so focused on her phone that she doesn't even notice me.

"Hi, I'm Scott," I whisper into her ear, making her jump slightly. She turns to me with an annoyed expression. Her makeup is so thick I can't tell what her real face looks like.

"I'm... not interested," she responds. If she hadn't glanced at me again after taking a sip of her drink, I might've believed her. I chuckle and take a seat beside her.

"So, this is new for you, right?" I ask. She looks at me, silently urging me to explain what I mean.

"Being a striptease dancer," I clarify.

She frowns. "How did you know?" she asks.

"Let me buy you a drink," I offer.

"No, thanks. I'm good," she refuses, taking another sip of her drink. Ugh. This girl is a challenge.

Unfortunately, I don't have much time to play along tonight, as my watch suddenly beeps. She smirks at the sound. It takes me a couple of seconds to turn it off.

"Alright, then... I'm leaving now. Nice to meet you, lady," I say casually, giving her a playful military-style salute as I get up.

"Wait... you haven't told me the reason," she presses. "What is it? Is it because I'm still stiff?" she asks.

"That's part of it," I reply. She frowns.

"What else, then?" she pushes. I smirk.

"You really want to know, huh?" I ask. She nods. I smile and slip a few ten-dollar bills under her almost-empty glass. She watches my actions silently, not stopping me.

I gently pull my wrist free before answering, "Your boobs are small."

"Right now, you're probably saving up for a boob job," I say with a sly grin.

The Striptease Dancer