Everywhere people would go they would be told stories about an assassin roaming the streets of London under the name Rioney Sicarius. A ghost, a shadow, a demon, waiting for people to offer money in return for killing those who were needed to be kil...
"Oh, bloody fucking hell, fuck off. Ya just wrote your own death sentence."
"GET OUT!" He was pushed out the pub after trying to apologize a thousand times and the three of us started taking shots.
"Why aren't you harmed?"
"I have a... different... style of fighting."
"What kind?"
"Ever heard of Assassins?" There eyes grew wide and Michael shook his head while Isaiah laughed at me.
"Holy fuck, you're a Assassin?"
"Indeed, I am." Michael smiled as well, I never had thought people could find Assassins this amazing, but here I was, standing in front of two amused guys. We drank another shot and left the pub completely destroyed.
"His face, man. Did you see his fucking face."
"You punch like a fucking kangaroo. I seen one once in the circus. You punch like that... And Rioney, a fucking Assassin, man."
"All right, anyway, I need a fucking drink."
"The drinks are on you!"
"It's on me? You just got paid."
"And make it a Whiskey." The two young men were fighting over whoever were going to pay and I walked behind them, shaking my head.
"It's on me, I am rich."
"Oh, yeah right. An Assassin."
"Man, stop blowing it up like that." I laughed at Isaiah and the three of us changed pub. We walked inside the pub of my cousins and I walked up to the bar. Ordering three whiskeys before entering the small room which was filled with Arthur, Finn and John.
"Here they are, look."
"Junior Peaky boys. And Miss Famous."
"O shut up." I slapped Arthur chest before sitting next to him.
"What's happened to you, have you been scrapping?"
"Some idiots at the Marquis of Lorne. They tried to stop me and Isaiah from drinking, but it is all right. We fought them off and luckily Rioney is home. Guess what she is a Assassin." I slapped my forehead and Finn his eyes lit up.
"Yeah, yeah."
"Where are you going?"
"We won't be long."
"Where are they going?"
"The Marquis of Lorne. Shame. It was a nice pub." I nodded totally agreeing with them and suddenly was reminded by the betrayal of Alfie. I shook my head and smiled towards both, Isaiah and Michael.
"I must go as well."
"And where are you going?"
"Marquis of Lorne. And after find the man who was a racist, I still have to complete me murder contract." They watched each other before glaring up at me again with concern in their eyes for the Marquis of Lorne and the man. I opened the door and waved them goodbye while stepping outside of the small room. I turned left and walked outside, feeling the cold air rush around me. I closed my eyes before running away towards the Marquis of Lorne.
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