"It Happens"

Cliché

" You're listening right?".

Erick was not much to follow directions. His plans were simple and to the point. Find, follow, kill, don't get caught. That was his motto. They usually went right, until some immature moron decides its not.

" You've explained every single detail at least ten times", Erick reminded his supervisor.

" Well, before, I didn't have to explain anything until one of your teammates died".

Morning and night time roll call were the same each time. Except now, instead of trying to get to the point on who's the target, Erick was often reminded on who's not.

" He sacrificed himself for his girlfriend, that's what happens when you get attached," he said.

His hands were always crossed and his serious face never changed. His teammates often thought he had woken up on the wrong side of the bed but after several attempts to " cheer him up" they gave up, claiming he had no cure. Though it was true, he often reminded himself he was not the assassin they feared. But worse.

" Let's just get it over with,'' he said, putting his leather jacket on. Though people often required man to wear cologne, his jacket was never one to pass inspection in that area and more than often it smelled musty and damp, or the aroma of metallic blood covered the inside as well as the outside of it, " who's coming with me?", he continued.

It was no surprise when none of his teammates rose up to assist in the mission, especially when he was in charge. Erick was not one to back out on any mission given, and honestly, it was after all what made him special.

He took the car keys given to him and with a sweet but devilish grin he waved to his crew, " Goodbye, suckers".

***

When he stopped the car in front of the house, he waited until the song on the radio was done and stepping out he noticed something different.

The house looked empty and there was no one on site.

The steps were all empty until you have gotten to the second floor.

A girls with the most beautiful curls was sitting on the floor with nothing but a necklace, that appeared to be broken, in her hands. Her gorgeous lips were busted and droplets of blood made its way to her beautiful pajamas. She looked up, and in that moment all he could see was her beautiful green eyes surrounded with purple and green tones around her face.

" Mommy and Daddy don't like me," she said with puffy red eyes, " Are you Batman coming to save me?".

He believed in nothing but torture. The ability to hold one's world in the tip of a barrel, the edge of a knife, surface of water, or simply but deadly fire. He was the best at murder, and it would be cliche for a girl to change what he was, right?

"Heck yeah I am".

He smiled.