Alfred's POV

Is this okay?
Alfred thought as he shot the gun
Is this what I want...?

Alfred picked up the dead body and threw it at the side, "meh~. At least I still got my hearts on my bullets!"

Alfred walked by the sidewalk, he didn't know that he was being followed.
By a trained assassin missioned to kill the nonstop Hitman.

"I got him now....he's on target-" the assassin quietly said.

Alfred stopped, he turned around and slowly got out his gun, "Who's there?"

No answer.

The assassin quickly ran up the wall so Alfred wouldn't see (him/her).

He looked around for the thing he heard and gave up and started walking again.

I swear I heard something...
The American Hitman thought.

The assassin jumped off the place (he/she) was hiding and drew out their guns, "I HAVE YOU NOW HITMAN JONES!!" the assassin yelled.

Alfred kept walking and drew his gun and shot the assassin in the leg without even looking. He stopped and turned around to the wounded person, "If you ever try to kill me again, what ever the fuck your name is, I won't shoot your leg next time, it will be your heart."

The assassin groaned in pain, "It's, {Y/N}...."

"Whatever, now tell me, why did you try to kill me?"

"Because it was my mission..."

"And who told you that?"

"It's classified...."

Alfred pointed his gun at the assassin's head, "Tell me," he demanded.

"I-I can't...."

Alfred was about to shoot, but he didn't....

{Y/N} reminds me of him-
No stop it Alfred! Kill (him/her)!

"What's the hold up?" The assassin asked, "Aren't you going to shoot me...?"

Alfred just stared.

"It c-can't be..." Alfred dropped the gun and fell on the floor crying, "I-I thought I would forget about him...bUT NO. I JUST CAN'T."

{Y/N} looked confused, "Jones...."

"ITS ALL MY FAULT I KILLED HIM, MY ONLY FRIEND."

All the memories I tried to forget of him, Davie. They're still there...no matter how hard I try... It was my fault. All my fault....