"Morgan, make sure the lady stays unconscious. Ash, keep an eye on the door. There's likely security systems in place, so God knows if the police will come," Bentley ordered two of his workers. They saluted and went off to do as they were told. "Zaccai, Henry, let's go kill the man."

Zaccai nodded, a certain energy buzzing around him with every movement he made. Winston, the bastard! I'll make him pay for all the pain he's caused us!

All three men rushed over and surrounded old Winston. He twisted on the ground and moaned out in pain as he gripped on to the shoulder that Bentley shot. The squirming earned him a kick to the ribs. That made Zaccai snicker.

"Lucky bitch you are. Get to live in such a big an' fancy ol' place! I thought you were poor and took enjoyment in torturing indebted college students! Man, you are such," Zaccai sighed and shook his head. "Such an asshole."

A snicker followed, but instead of it being from Zaccai, it was Bentley whom made the noise. He lowered down so he could look down directly to Professor Winston's face and pressed his handgun against his forehead. Bentley's cheerful demeanor was now gone which had sent a shiver down Zaccai's spine. The blonde man was an intricate piece of art, and Zaccai was one of the few to notice every single detail.

"Winston. Brandon Winston. Tell me, why did you give me a B- in English Literature? I wrote every essay and blurb you gave us with a precise understanding of the topic and I got over 90% on all of them. I should've gotten an A+, but you gave me..." Bentley shook his head, the features on his face contorting into creased lines giving off a distressed look. "You gave Zaccai a higher grade then me! B+! You gave him-"

"Is this why you're killing him? Because he gave you a lower mark than me? Wow, I feel so offended."

"What? No! Zaccai, we have no time for emotions to get in the way right now."

"But- but-" Zaccai lowered his hands and allowed his shoulders to slump. He started to pout and complain, but it was ignored as Bentley counted down from five. Once he finished, be shot Professor Wonstom right through the head.

Red painted the ground close to his head and brains - Zaccai was guessing - lay beneath Winston as well. His arm fell from his shoulder as Zaccai's former professor's body relaxed and fell limp. The gleam in his eyes dimmed and his face already started to pale.

"Well, that was fun. We should do this again!" Bentley grinned to Zaccai, a sight so holy that the protagonist of our story placed his heart to his chest. He was going to make a suggestive comment, but Bentley shot Winston until there was no way that he could be recognized. The old man was now nothing more than a pile of gooey insides and weak bones.

Zaccai felt a sudden rush of proudness; the same kind of proudness you feel when your boyfriend finally stops eating microwaved burritos (the smell is wretched, ask Zaccai). His stomach felt hot and tingly, so he went in for a hug. Bentley hugged back. Zaccai may feel proud, but he sure as hell was pissed off because he couldn't even get a small slice in. He'd discuss it with Bentley later.

Loud sirens filled the air, changing the atmosphere to one of panic and restlessness. Zaccai wondered how the cops could've even got here that fast, but that was besides the point.

"Kill the woman! Everyone, leave the van and go to the forest; I know a safe trail back to the city." Everyone followed the command instantly. Bentley jumped through the window and Zaccai never felt like he had enough attraction to his really cool friend. Zaccai wanted in, so he jumped through the one right beside. The three other workers did the same and Zaccai wondered if the driver would be able to run away or not. He's a resourceful man, he'll be fine. That last thing he'd do would be to rat them out.

***

"Ah, shit." Zaccai's mugshot from when he was arrested for shoplifting came on the screen of one of the many tube TVs in Bentley's living space. It was before Bentley bailed him out and gave him a full three hour lecture about being subtle. A picture of Bentley from when he was elected valedictorian in high school also appeared on the screen. Their driver definitely snitched on them.

Bentley looked down with his eyebrows knitted together and his fingers on his temples. The gruesome scene and some footage already appeared prior to their old pictures, but they were old. Nearly ten years, to be exact. Surely no one could know where they are or how they look like now. Actually, forget all that! It was an astonishment to Zaccai that the news about them were up only five hours after the murder.

"Well, we're fucked."

"Not right now, we're not! You will be later on tonight, tho-"

"I said after we're done! Jesus, Zaccai! Is sex the only thing on your mind?"

"Well, not entirely. You know-"

"It was a rhetorical question! Just let me think for a moment. If we leave this be, then we should be fine," Bentley glanced up to the screen where two reporters now sat. "But if we act upon it, then the deal I made you will be useless!"

"Alright, then let's just leave it be."

"Finally! Zaccai, you've evolved to level one; basic common sense. I'm proud of you."

"Right, thank you? You should probably - notice I'm using probably -  go get some sleep."

"Wow, you're on a roll! I'll go do that, and in the meantime, I'd like you to think about who's up for tomorrow." And with that, Bentley left the room and Zaccai was escorted back to his place for the time being. 

Woopity?

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter (ignoring the fact that it was surely rushed) and I do ask for feedback and pointers of anyplace that had awkward wording or incorrect grammar. Thank you for your time. Please note that I do NOT recommend you to go murder anyone. But here you go! A fast and simple murder! Things will hopefully only get saucier and more... enticing from here.

Enjoy!