Ella and Anson kill for a living.
Literally.
They make their living by murdering anyone-who deserves to die-. They collect data and easily come close to the person, and then, when time is right, they go in to attack. Murdering the ones who deserve...
Fantod |'fantäd | noun| the state or attack of uneasiness or unreasonableness |
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________________________________ The cold faucet ran. I watched the water spring to life when Anson turned it on, ringing out the wet cloth.
"Here," He said gently, handing me the lukewarm rag. Anson grinned.
"Thanks," I muttered, placing the rag on my bleeding hand, balling my fist tightly,"Is your face okay?"
"I'll be fine," Anson leaned against the porcelain sink, "You've just got to be careful when killing them bitches," He joked, "We're going to have to get rid of them," He looked over to the door.
The two ashen bodies laid limp peeking from the doorway, like children who were supposed to be in bed.
"How about burning the house? That's usually fun," Anson suggested his voice filled with joy. He leaned over in my view as I spoke .
"But it's also noticeable, but, alright...I'll go get the gasoline from the car once my hand stops bleeding," I sighed, looking at my bloody hand and then around the bathroom.
My feet dangled from the top of the closed toilet seat. I cursed under my breath as I hopped off the seat, and walking into the hallway that was connected to the living room.
The two dead bodies still poured blood, their noses and mouths dripping the fresh liquid on their ghostly pale bodies. The house reeked of death and other bodily fluids. It is known that when you die your body relaxes resulting in pool of undesirable liquid, as if being dead wasn't already crap.
"It's awful in here..." Anson said, he coughed and then I heard him spraying the house, "It's flammable! Come on! Don't give me that look!" He laughed as I had turned my head to him when he sprayed the Axe Body Spray that was in the bathroom.
"What look?" I asked, smiling a bit to myself.
"That one! The one where you're like looking at me and you like, move your nose a bit, it's like you're embarrassed or something! Like, Your eyes they go all small," he laughed and kept spraying the cologne.
"Well it's too strong," I coughed, laughing as well.
"Hey, we're gonna burn the house, we might as well add some sort of solvent to make the fire expand, BUT! Ella! We can take their shit!" he grinned and slammed the bottle down on the kitchen counter, going around to walk into the kitchen, "You like cookies right? They have some," he yelled.
