He let out a slow moan.
“Fucking Stickers.” Jake shook his head in disgust. “Much better to do the powder, doesn’t get your mind so fucked up. Isn’t that right Number One?”
“I have a name.” Number One barely whispered. Already he was drifting in and out of consciousness, following Number Two’s example.
“Like I’m going to give fucking Stickers a name. Right Number Two?”
Number Two murmured something inaudible. Both Number One and Number Two had small frames that still managed to stretch their skin. If not for the occasional twitch of a toe, Jake could believe that they died. Not that it mattered.
Jake sighed and looked back at Bryce, “I swear to God, these replacements keep getting worse. I liked our previous Number One and Two better.”
“All they ever do is send us more fucking Stickers. Worthless pieces of trash, can’t run for shit either,” Bryce said.
“Good thing they’re such excellent conversationalists!” Jake shouted at Number One and Two. “Especially when they’re sticking!”
There was no response.
“Fucking Stickers. I hope The Slasher rips your throat out,” Jake said as he drove his knife back into the package. A small white cloud puffed up.
“Have you heard?” Bryce asked Jake. “Apparently The Slasher took out The Boss’s number one Hawk, Jericho.”
“Him? He was a piece of shit.”
“Yeah, but pretty strong.”
Jake chuckled. “I guess that makes us the new number one. More money to us then. I bet you that The Slasher’s just some Mouse with a grudge.” Jake shook his head. “He should really be careful what enemies he makes.”
Bryce laughed. “Maybe we should be the ones being careful. We might be next.”
Jake spit on the ground. “I bet he’s not so tough. If I ever meet him, I’ll cut his fucking balls off.”
“I’ll keep my fingers crossed.”
“You scared?”
Bryce shook his head. “I just don’t want to be disappointed.”
Jake opened his mouth to retaliate, but three sharp knocks on the door interrupted him. The conversation came to a halt. In two quick strides, Jake was out the door. He found the bag he was looking for, carefully sealed as always.
“More orders?” Bryce asked.
Jake ripped open the bag and took out a neatly folded piece of paper. “Yep.” He tossed it to Bryce to read. Though he would never admit it, he had never learned such a skill.
“It looks like he wants us to hunt tonight.”
“The Boss said… not to go out tonight,” Number One slurred from the corner. It sounded like his tongue had numbed. His head fell forward as if his neck couldn’t support its weight. “He said…, he said it’d be… danger… ous.”
Jake was impressed Number One even had the ability to even respond. “Well, we got new orders now,” he snapped, but Number One had already fallen asleep. Jake watched him drooling on himself.
Stickers are pathetic.
“Shit,” Bryce whistled. “Jake, I think today might be your lucky day.” He held out the letter for Jake to see. “How was it you described that green-eyed Mouse?”
Jake stared into a pair of familiar emerald eyes. Without all the sweat and tangled hair, this girl was beautiful. He ripped the picture off the letter, staring at it more closely. Without a doubt, this was the Mouse he had lost.
Jake smiled. Life was truly wonderful.
LISSANDRA
Lissandra tied the laces around her shoes extra tight. She only had one shot to prove her worth to Jynx. When her laces were tied, she stepped into the fading sunlight. “I’m going out, mom,” Lissandra shouted.
“Liss, why are you leaving so late?” Leon asked, waddling after her.
Lissandra turned and picked Leon up. Her arms shook when she raised Leon above her breast. She gave him a small kiss on his nose, “You’ve gotten so heavy Leon. I can barely even hold you up anymore.”
“Where are you going?”
Lissandra put him down and nudged him back towards the house. “I’m going to get some
“Fucking Stickers.” Jake shook his head in disgust. “Much better to do the powder, doesn’t get your mind so fucked up. Isn’t that right Number One?”
“I have a name.” Number One barely whispered. Already he was drifting in and out of consciousness, following Number Two’s example.
“Like I’m going to give fucking Stickers a name. Right Number Two?”
Number Two murmured something inaudible. Both Number One and Number Two had small frames that still managed to stretch their skin. If not for the occasional twitch of a toe, Jake could believe that they died. Not that it mattered.
Jake sighed and looked back at Bryce, “I swear to God, these replacements keep getting worse. I liked our previous Number One and Two better.”
“All they ever do is send us more fucking Stickers. Worthless pieces of trash, can’t run for shit either,” Bryce said.
“Good thing they’re such excellent conversationalists!” Jake shouted at Number One and Two. “Especially when they’re sticking!”
There was no response.
“Fucking Stickers. I hope The Slasher rips your throat out,” Jake said as he drove his knife back into the package. A small white cloud puffed up.
“Have you heard?” Bryce asked Jake. “Apparently The Slasher took out The Boss’s number one Hawk, Jericho.”
“Him? He was a piece of shit.”
“Yeah, but pretty strong.”
Jake chuckled. “I guess that makes us the new number one. More money to us then. I bet you that The Slasher’s just some Mouse with a grudge.” Jake shook his head. “He should really be careful what enemies he makes.”
Bryce laughed. “Maybe we should be the ones being careful. We might be next.”
Jake spit on the ground. “I bet he’s not so tough. If I ever meet him, I’ll cut his fucking balls off.”
“I’ll keep my fingers crossed.”
“You scared?”
Bryce shook his head. “I just don’t want to be disappointed.”
Jake opened his mouth to retaliate, but three sharp knocks on the door interrupted him. The conversation came to a halt. In two quick strides, Jake was out the door. He found the bag he was looking for, carefully sealed as always.
“More orders?” Bryce asked.
Jake ripped open the bag and took out a neatly folded piece of paper. “Yep.” He tossed it to Bryce to read. Though he would never admit it, he had never learned such a skill.
“It looks like he wants us to hunt tonight.”
“The Boss said… not to go out tonight,” Number One slurred from the corner. It sounded like his tongue had numbed. His head fell forward as if his neck couldn’t support its weight. “He said…, he said it’d be… danger… ous.”
Jake was impressed Number One even had the ability to even respond. “Well, we got new orders now,” he snapped, but Number One had already fallen asleep. Jake watched him drooling on himself.
Stickers are pathetic.
“Shit,” Bryce whistled. “Jake, I think today might be your lucky day.” He held out the letter for Jake to see. “How was it you described that green-eyed Mouse?”
Jake stared into a pair of familiar emerald eyes. Without all the sweat and tangled hair, this girl was beautiful. He ripped the picture off the letter, staring at it more closely. Without a doubt, this was the Mouse he had lost.
Jake smiled. Life was truly wonderful.
LISSANDRA
Lissandra tied the laces around her shoes extra tight. She only had one shot to prove her worth to Jynx. When her laces were tied, she stepped into the fading sunlight. “I’m going out, mom,” Lissandra shouted.
“Liss, why are you leaving so late?” Leon asked, waddling after her.
Lissandra turned and picked Leon up. Her arms shook when she raised Leon above her breast. She gave him a small kiss on his nose, “You’ve gotten so heavy Leon. I can barely even hold you up anymore.”
“Where are you going?”
Lissandra put him down and nudged him back towards the house. “I’m going to get some
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