Murderer Au. No other words.

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Emily Ro'Meave is a murderer, Her job is to kill people who she's assigned to kill. Her next victim is a Mr. Travis Valkrum.

Blowing a piece of her brunette hair out of her face as she walked down the rotten hallways of her "Job". The walls were a gray stone, cracks are sketched along them, the whole building is like this so why explain it more. (Plus, I'm lazy :p) water dripped down on her shoulders and head, not minding it, she carried on.

The file she's reading is about the victim she's supposed to end next. The file told his name, age, and everything she needed to know. Emily scanned slowly, taking each detail in to know how and when she should do the deed.

'Hm, Travis Valkrum. Age, 24. Height, 5"7. Skin color, Dark, Do they mean the race black? Ok then.. Eye color, Bright Emerald Green. Hair color, Claiming to be natural, pure snow white. Address, 472 Frendele Groove. Family/Siblings, His mother died while his father claims to be the Demon Warlock, No siblings. Only child. Ex's, A Miss Sapphire Maye, Katelyn Sallow. Any other information will be documented later.'

Emily sat in her rotten desk chair, not minding it, she dropped the papers on the cement desk that was cracked and breaking, there were no drawers so everything laid across the cold rock.

The moon was shining through the window of the old apartment building named her "Job". Emily looked at it as she stood, walking to the closet, which was surprisingly in a good condition. She slipped into a black hoodie, jeans, some combat boots and a wrap that's supposed to be used as something to wrap around sore muscles was around her breasts, making them look flat, man-like. A mask was over her face, one looking like an owl, it was a rusty gold color with black details, sharp edges and small cracks ran along it, and threw her hair into a ponytail.

Emily smiled at the mask, Her friend had made it for her. They had no idea that she was a murderer so, They made it for her in an instant. Emily slipped on the mask, and grabbed her daggers and slipped them into her boots and the loops of her jeans. She ran out of the window of the dark run down apartment building and into the night.

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Travis was in his backyard, admiring the stars and moon from the deck behind his house. He smiled at the moon but, flicked his attention to the sound of footsteps coming from his roof. He looked up but was greeted with pain as he was tackled to the floor.

Grabbing the attacker and flipping them off of him, he stood quickly and looked at the person. It was indeed Emily, but Travis had no idea who that was. He was confused on why this person wanted to hurt him.

His eyes flicked to the dagger in Emily's hand and went wide. He was planned to be killed, so his instincts kicked him as he stood in a combat stance. His martial arts training is paying off as Emily dashed at him and dodged it by grabbed her arm and flipping her onto her back, pinning her there with her arms to the sides of her head and her legs against the ground as he sat on her stomach.

"Who are you and what do you want?!" He yelled down to her as she struggled beneath him. "Answer me! Who are you?" He questioned as she went silent. He looked at her mask covered face. "Are you a... Male? Uh... Female?"

Emily swiftly moved her leg between his and kicked his stomach, flinging him off of her. "Oof! Hey, that hurt!" He exclaimed, standing and stomping his foot. "Are you stupid? It's supposed to hurt." Emily chuckled.

"Wha- Hey!! Shut up!' Travis yelled back in defense. Emily was now giggling, clutching the dagger as she covered her mouth with her free hand. "Stop laughing at me! It's embarrassing!!" Travis blushed in, well he said it himself, Embarrassment. "Ok, Let's make a deal-" "Why would want to make a deal with you after you tried to kill me?!" Travis yelled again, his face covered in anger.

"Cause then I won't.. Kill you?" Emily giggled, placing her dagger back in its holder. "See? I'll drop my weapons for you?" "Do it then." Travis replied smugly. Emily nodded and dropped her daggers. "Fifteen... Sixteen... Seventeen... Eighteen... Nineteen... And Twenty!" Emily giggled as she dropped her last dagger. "Now the mask." "Nope. That's staying on."

"I can't agree to the deal if you don't show me you're trustworthy." Travis smirked. "I hate you already." Emily groaned as she took off her mask and dropped it with the others. "Now lets go inside. It's cold out here." Travis suggested, walking towards his backdoor. "And what makes you think I'm going in there?"

"It's warm and I like my house." Travis giggled.

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