Nightmare's POV

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Damn, so many people want other people dead, pretty concerning actually. I looked at the gold cards that were in my hands. Each one had a name printed one the shiny surface. Each name representing who is going to die next. Ever since killing became legal, the whole country went to shit.

I began walking into the dining room. There were three people sitting at the table. These three people took care of the contracts that had normal citizens on them. Nothing special to them, just innocent souls that were wanted six feet under. I have two other people working for me but they took care of more difficult targets. One went after rich assholes and people higher in status, while the other took care of the global targets.

I looked at the three figures sitting at the table, they were waiting for me to say something.

Me: Alright guys, we have six more people to kill. Luckily, we have an even number so each of you get two cards. Killer, you get two contracts that are both in Boston. Horror, you have someone in Houston and one in Oklahoma City. And Dust, both here in town.

Horror: Alright, then I guess I'll get going, it won't take me long because I can teleport to both of those places.

Me: Okay, Dust, I'm assuming you won't have any problem since both of your targets are in town.

Dust: Yup.

Me: Good. What about you Killer?

Killer: I'll be fine.

Me: Okay. Now, get to work.

They left the table and went to their rooms to get ready for the hunt. I however, don't have to worry about any of this. I just give the cards and boss everyone around. I also was a licensed killer but I didn't do anything. Think of us has fucked up tooth fairies, where we knock out the teeth and take the cash.

I suddenly got a text on my phone. 'From the training camp?'

Text: Your brother and his friend are almost done with their training. We will send them to you in about two days.

'Two days huh?'

My brother won't be able to get his license, he's too innocent to kill people. If he was to work under me, he might just be a healer for the others. Who would have thought that the targets can actually put up a fight. I think the same way for his friend as well, too innocent.

I put my phone back into my pocket, but as if on cue, I got another text. 'Oh my fucking god. What now?' I looked at my phone again, expecting it to be the training camp, Instead, I got a pleasant surprise. It was my best friend and the person who took care of global contracts.

??? Text: Hey, how is everyone, hope no one got killed.

Me: Hi, everyone is fine, and no one got killed. How was your day?

??? Text: Omg, it was so stressful. I had to travel to Russia and to Paris but I didn't even get to enjoy it.

Me: That's what happens when you have to travel the world for work instead of enjoyment.

??? Text: I blame you for this.

Me: Sure you do, Ink.

Ink Text: Gtg, I'm almost to China for my next target. See you in a week.

Me: See Ya

Well that was refreshing to talk to him. We haven't spoken since the day he left, which was five days ago. He's normally gone for about a week.

I suddenly hear the front door open. I walked into the living room to meet a silhouette. He walked towards me and gives me a card with some blood on it. The card has the name of a rich person on it which means, Error is done with his hunt for today. I take the card from him and he starts heading to his room. He's probably going to go cuddle with his puppet that represents Ink. I know that Error has had a crush Ink for a while now. I really hope they get together soon. If they do, then I can finally stop feeling all the jealously from Error every god damn time Ink gets remotely close to another man.

I smile to myself as I think about my best friend being truly happy for once. He needs someone like Error in his life. Someone who will take care of him when he's down or sick, someone to love him every minute of the day. Though I become sad thinking of this as well.

It will also mean that I loose my best friend