When We Don't Believe In Demons Anymore.

∆. Once A Player, Always A Player

Life isn't a movie or a book. If you are a player once, you'll forever be stuck with that mentality.

I don't do commitment.

Of course not. Nobody in their right minds would pledge their undying loyalty to those around them.

Aren't I in my right mind, then?

Most probably not. There is one thing I do know though.

Once a player, always a player.

And you know the problem with that?

It's that no one can ever tame the wild side of you. No matter how hard they try.

~~~~~~

I stared down my nose at the boy in front of me. His arms were tied behind his back, his hand clutching at his phone. I'd let him keep it only to prove a point.

His feet had been tied to the legs of the chair.

He was semi-concious, and it was because of me. If you expected to see a growing welt on his head from where I knocked him out, you'd be looking forever, because I picked a much better method of knock-out. A simple nerve pinch behind the neck was enough to make anyone pass out if you did it well enough.

Of course, you did have to get pretty close, but in my case that wasn't a problem.

There was no use standing about now. I'd come back when he was awake, till then, I had other things to see to. More loose ends to tie up.

~~~~~~

The darkness and silence of my room was upset by my buzzing phone as it lit up with a phone call. Without checking the caller ID, I slid the the popup and put the phone to my ear. The heavy silence on the other side was enough to tell me that the call was encrypted.

"Hello?"

"Hello." I spoke clearly, knowing my voice would be fed through a voice recognition system before the actual conversation started- if you could call it a conversation.

"Arden Nyx. So glad I caught you on time."

"Oliver Martins." That name alone was enough to send shivers down a spine. Especially of the man sitting at the other end of the phone. If the name bothered him, he didn't let it show.

"I have a job for you. There is a teacher. Who teaches at your school. An intelligent man with a bright future. Tarnish it. End him, once and for all. He's practicing law and he's gotten himself involved with trying to take me down. He has an ego to rival his smarts."

I knew exactly who he was talking about. Mr. Sanders wasn't the most pleasant of company, and for a long time, I hated him as well. Now my fingers were jumping at the opportunity of making him bleed.

"Quick and painless? Or should I make him suffer?"

"I leave that upto you. I realise that you are a busy woman at the moment. And a person of your caliber shouldn't be bogged down by demands."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Martins. How much?"

"Fifty grand."

"Seventy-five and we have a deal."

Martins hesitated for a moment, but I knew I had him sold. No one else could get the job done like me. Especially since I was an inside man.

"Seventy-five it is."

"And, we have a deal."

"I want to see him dead, and the funds will be wired to your account. How a fifteen year old managed to open a Swiss bank account was beyond me."