Murder and stuffed TNT

Slick had retreated to his horror of an abandoned mansion 25 mile's away from any rural town, Big or small

"Ya Know I'd love to get one of them massive drill bit's and drill it into someone's head,

Ahh they must squirm when I remove the drill from their heads, their blood squrting onto the floor while the bits of brains drip within the blood as that itself drips from the drill bit"

"Please, You don't have to do this" A guy in his early 20's pleaded to Slick "I don't even know you, this is insane, why are you doing this?" He cried

"haha, This isn't anything 'personal' I just saw you as you walked down this road alone and I need to keep my kill's going up" Slick said psychotically while he observed his blade's and polished each one leaving no finger print's on them at all

"You see if it was personal I wouldn't be waring these blue rubber gloves as I clean each blade, no one's going to find you're body but if you do get found, I want to stop everyone from being able to identify you which means there is no reason for it but it's your fate there fore it must be done" Slick explained as the man started to cry while In pure fear "You were born alone so you will be murdered alone. That is how it has to be" Slick followed up with before grabbing a needle filled with quitiepam a pain killer and an antipsychotic that induces sleep commonly used on patients suffering from skitsophrenia a psychotic illness

"W-h-hat's that?" The white caucasion with brown hair stuttered

"What? This? Oh it's just something that will put you to sleep and it also contains a really strong pain killer and don't worry you don't die today, this is just to calm you down" Slick said as he injected him in his neck, Slick sat down and the guy looked at Slick while his vision started to blur

*From the eye's of the victim*

The desk faided away as a man dressed in full red walked to a seat and sat in the chair whistling a song which faided in and out before everything fell silent before Darkness consumed his sight and his heart beat slowed down significantly

Slick approached him as his sight flickered on and off grabbing his chin and moving his head around

"Don't worry mate, this won't hurt a bit" slick said as he lifted a hammer and swung it at his skull

Slick looked at the limp body with a hammer sticking out of it's skull

"I didn't use the drill but the hammer claw's done the trick" Slick said as he laid the body on a table and then picked up a scalpal "Fucking dumbass really believed that I actually had empathy" Slick said to a silver Japanese devil mask who's eye's dropped in a depressive manner it's smile forced and chipped by ageing and weathering "What should I do with the body?" Slick asked as he removed the man's flesh from his face. He slit around his hair line and down across his cheeck bone, He slowly glided the scalple across the cheek bones and around his hair line one last time and peeled the flesh off of his face

Mean while Jack was headed to his old bosses office at a mecenary organisation known as The Brother's of Grim, An old pristegeous club for ex soldiers and hired assassin's looking to get some extra buck's to pay their rent and to keep them selves busy,

"Boss, Number nine is here to see you" The lackey said as he bowed his head showing the Boss respect

"What is it that your waiting for boy, send Jack in" The boss commanded

"Okay sir" he said before walking out of the office

"The boss will see to you now number 9, right this way" he said as he escorted Jack through to the boss and once they reached his office the goon opened the door

"What do you want Jack?" The boss asked

"I'm wanting a target with a personality description" Jack said as he placed 5 Thousand pound's in a back leather brief case "it contains £2500 for a target and £2500 for my life and freedom" he said as he placed the suitcase on the desk opening it as he spun it towards the boss

"What do you need the target for?" The boss asked, he was a bold fat buff man in a tuxedo

"I need a narcasist this is because I'm looking for someone to waste out of bordom" Jack said as he placed both of his hand's by his leg's

"Okay, I'll take the money and I'll agree to your deal but instead of giving you a random narcasist I'm going to give you one that I personally wank whacked." The boss said as he stood up "And I take it your playing by your old ruels that made you the best and incredibility ruthless assassin that we've ever had and you're confirmed kill's tallying in the thousand's" he said as he looked out of his balcony window's made from bullet proof glass which looked over the city "His name is Jhon McClaude, He got with my Daughter and he controlled her beat her and belittled her to the point where she couldn't take it anymore, He pushed her towards suicide. His adress is 48 carribian lane perthshire scottland if you kill him and you can keep your life you can take that money because he is a narcasist" He said as he sat back down in his chair and Jack spoke "I'll do it. I'll kill him, thank you sir" before he turned around and left the building

Jack opened the car door and sat back inside "Did you make a deal?" Shadow said as Jack started up the engine

"Yep, and we have to head to 48 carrabian drive in Perth, scottland which is convenient considering that's near where Slick's Probably hiding" Jack said as he pulled out onto the injunction and started heading to Perth

"Sso who is it that your ssacrificeing?" The shadow asked as it teleported into the passenger seat leaving clouds of dark blue smoke "What'ss the sstory Jack?"

"First of all drop the lisp mate and secondly some guy called John McClaude who my old boss has personal beef with I didn't care for the story because I'm killing to stop a killer, this is entirely fucked up and my concionce would only get in the way, what I was told was he's a bad person and deserves to die meaning he's a narcasist and is there fore worthy of sacrifice according to folklore anyways" Jack told the shadow as they drove onto the duel carriage way

"So Jack I want to talk about my name" The shadow said "once I have a name I can take Human form" He told Jack

"Okay, what is your name?" Jack asked

"I don't have one you have to name me" he told Jack

"Okay, urm what about Murder Smoke?

I know that it isn't cool and sounds stupid but having you be able to turn into a kill and be able to turn into smoke could give us the upper hand, smoke releases carbon monoxide so they would suffocate and die

Hence murder it would be a clean kill plus I only need a drop of his blood for the ritual to work, I researched it earlier on today" Jack said

"Okay what about Just smoke?" The shadow asked

"Yeah Smoke's cool" Jack answered as he turned onto Perthshire road "Here's the plan you evaporate into smoke after teleporting us both into his house you suffercate him and I put on a pair of rubber gloves and dip them in water I'll grab a safety pin from this unopened tub I'll then prick his finger and put a drop of his blood on the front cover of the book and then you teleport us both back into the car and then we leave" Jack said as they arrived at the shop's car park in a blind spot

"Right it's that house just behind that bush there" Jack said as he pointed "Right smoke let's go" Jack said as smoke grabbed his shoulder blade and teleported them into John's house

"Hello John" Jack said "You've been a very dirty little man haven't you" Jack said as he stared Jhon in the eye's that eearliy that Jhon shat himself

"W-who are you?" Jhon stutter as he fell onto his backside and slowly backing himself up against a wall while still on the floor

"It doesn't matter who I am Jhon, what matter's is how do you greet your death" Jack said as Smoke turned into smoke suffocating Jhon "And how do you intend to greet it?" Jack asked as Jhon choked and gasped for some clean air "What was that Jhon? Why am I here?" Jack asked as he pulled out a safety pin "I'm here for your blood and for the vengeance of a very pissed off mob boss who's daughter you killed" Jack said as he unclipped the safety pin "Do you mind?" Jack asked as he took the Necronomicon out of his ruck sack "No? Good good" Jack calmly spoke as he peirced Jhons finger tip drawing a drop of bright glossy crimson red blood and let it drip onto the necronomicon

Jack then walked into the kitchen and grabbed a clean knife and picked up Jhons hand wrapping the blade up in his fingers while Jhon continued gasping for air and Jack raised his hand and stabbed Jhon who was clenching onto the knife "Right Smoke let go" Jack said as Smoke teleported them back into the car Jack took off his gloves and faccined his seatbelt before turning the key and pulling out of the car park.

Slick has classical music playing while he dissected the course that he had recently murdered

"Two four six eight, I use to murder out of hate" Slick sang as he made an insission in the chest cavity some blood spirted "Ooo your a naughty corpse ain't you" Slick said as he dropped an anvil on the courpses head, the anvil landed on his head blood and brains spirted all around the room covering all of the plastic sheet's which Slick had taped up, "Oooo that was a big one" He chuckled as he stuck some TNT stick's into the hole of a neck that the head was once attached to "Time to ignite the dynamite, blow up this body, I just might" he sang as he lit a match and then looked at the mask "This is our finally goodbye ya-gui" Slick said as he swung a hammer shattering the mask on impact before leaving the mansion walking away from a massive explosion leaving nothing but just a crater behind

"So Jack where do we go next?" Smoke asked Jack who had just turned on his car's radio

'Report's of a massive explosion at escaped psychotic serial killer known as Slick Slam's Mansion and it appears that someone had died in the explosion and the police say that there is no way that anybody can identify the victim' a new's reporter said in a news update

"Fucking mother fucker!" Jack said as he slammed on his break's

"He's not dead remember" Smoke said to Jack "he's immortal until you are bound to the book" he reminded Jack "Where would he go to next? there has to be somewhere that he would go to, when the book was in his possession I followed him for years before he went to jail, he was a really smart guy, but I don't know addresses he drove in the night and then he left me in the building" Smoke said

"Well I mean he did have a flat and a farm, the police will be watching the farm and the flat unless they think that he's dead we'll go to the flat once we know that the heat on him's died down" Jack said as he quickly switched lane's

and turning around a roundabout to go to Slick's Farm "We'll need to get there and quick" Jack said as he put the gear into sixth and spreadoff.