A pinkish wall of smoke was released out of the drying lips of middle aged man, the dense cloud, was moving erratically under the pressuring clear sign of discomfort, his imposing stature inadequately sized to fit undersized box like room he found himself in. The man was waiting, playing a game of cat and mouse with the ignorant target of his hunt.
He was holding a black device displaying the picture of a ginger haired, forest green eyes twenty something woman, that some would describe ase of a sound lacking the symphonic quality of music. Under the constant aggression of the sound system, the man was show eye catching, other opinions would for the matter be irrelevant. Under the picture, a name and description was written in bold letters. Samantha Crimson, 26, lone survivor of the A787 crash.location unknown, the contract by a certain Scarlet178
After a while, a flaming haired girl made her appearance inside the micro room, putting her in close proximity with the over sized man. Shy of being naked, only a thin layer of black lingerie was gloriously failing to hide her figure. Unlike her clothing, a thick layer of makeup was successfully able to hide her natural beauty.
she took the half step needed to close the distant between their bodies, pressing her ample bosom against his surprisingly strong chest.
She was about to start her routine when she heard his broken baritone voice
“ What is your name, miss ?” he asked with indifference, his eyes locked onto her face, showing no trace of lust
“ Oh Baby, you can call me whatever you want” she answered teasingly, shaking her bubbly ass to the rhythm of a sound she seamed to be the only to hear.
“ Are you Samantha Crimson ?” continued the man
Hearing the name she lost control for a second,slipping and landing heavily on the man laps. The pupils of her eyes contracting briefly before returning to their usual size.
“You got the wrong girl pretty boy…” she responded with a slightly colder tone.
“I am pretty certain of the veracity of my word miss Crimson.It was quite an headache to dig up your location miss, a rare occurrence for a man of my reputation.” He continued, a slight smile starting to form on his lips.
“ Listen sir, I told you, you got the wrong girl, I know no Samantha Crimson…” she refuted strongly, her voice now angry, sending subtle glances at the exit.
“No need to work yourself up young lady,I mean no harm. I am a hunter.” Paused the man letting the full weight of his sentence settle in the mind of his target.”… and I came here today, for very specific set of memory of yours miss Crimson ”
“Who are you ?…”
“People know me under the name of Pheonix, I do not expect for it to ring a bell to you…”
“Phoenix..huh… why does a hunter want the memory of a small town stripper like me ?”
“ You are selling yourself quite short…” Take out his black device, and start to read a file “…. Samantha Crimson, graduated from Oxford university, sole survival of the A787 crash,if I may add this is quite something don’t you think. And this specific event is what I came for today”
“What kind of creep would want to live this kind of experience ?” she spoke with disgust.
“You’ll understand that I am in no position to discuss the intentions of my client. My client desire this specific memory, the how to obtain it is let to my discretion…”
His eyes still locked on the young woman sitting on his lap,his hands now surprisingly on top of her bottom. The two figure, staying in that position in total silence,trying to guess each other next move.the stalemate was finally broken by the firm tone of Samantha
“You know… you are not supposed to touch.” She remarked jokingly,her eyes on the man’s hands.
“My bad. About the memory” Ignoring her words,his hands still glued to her bottom.
“Oh… it’s a no, My memory are not for sell”
“The financial incentive can be quit…”
“This is not about money sir… I only have my mind you know… as bad as they can be. Somethings, should not be sold… “ she spoke with a trembling voice, her eyes turning red, holding a flood of emotions.
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Watching the young woman with a frown stuck on her face, the recollection of the dramatic event sending her in a nightmarish world, the man eyes remained unchanged.
This was not first time and would not be the last, his cold auburn eyes were tempered by lifetimes of traumas. He stayed unmoving, his eyes staring straight at the frail woman soul,the slight warmth rising in his heart was immediately squashed. Feelings had no place in this occupation his, he learned it the hard way, and was resolute to never trail that road again.
Suddenly, Samantha shook her head, forcibly burying the memory in the deepest part of her mind. Regaining her sense, she look at the stoic man that held a firm grip on his facial expression, an unbreakable mask of confidence.
“Miss Crimson, I do understand your feeling…” the meaning of his words obscure.
“What would you know…you literally sell people lives to the highest bidder” she refuted weakly, her mood having taken a turn for the worst.
“… I know more that I wished. Trust me. The world is filled with filth…” he paused, showing trace of humanity for the first time “ … but… burying those memories will not help you. Trust me.”
Samantha looked at the man in contemplation, struggle could be seen in her eyes.
“ This is not… negotiable…”
“… is that so ?” sizing the woman top to bottom.
“You are wasting your time…”
“I always knew to be quite comfortable” he joked “ In a way or another I will obtain what I came for.”
“Is it a threat ?”
“I would never dare…” he finished,the side of his lips slightly rising.
“… Will you leave me alone if you get what you want… I’ve heard of things about hunters, bad things…” She spoke weakly
“I’m a professional…”
“I just want to be left alone…”
“This is of no concern, once I get I what I want, I would be gone like the passage of time”
“You leave me no choice… Meet me at the end of my shift.” She finally surrendered.
The man nodded satisfied before making his way out of the suffocating box.
The harsh winter blades blasting his hair away, His dark brown leather coat was fluttering weightlessly behind him. With a well practiced movement,a cigarette appeared and was smoothly placed on the side of lips, a scarlet flame dying as soon at it came to life, initiating the fastened erosion of a already shortened life line. Neon light were breaking the lonely figure out the darkness of the night, ethereal clouds of toxicity dancing briefly around him before succumbing to the pressure of zephyr. Glowing streaks of light were painting Chronos strokes on the ever ending asphalt canvas.
His breath was stuck in his throat at the sight of the innocent beauty walking in his direction, her long ginger hair defying the rule of gravity. Gone was the layer of make up that was previously plastered all over her face, the sudden change sending ripples to every corner of his being.
Passing the man, Samantha wore a proud smile at the reaction, before sightly rotating her head in direction of the gentleman.
Regaining hold of his senses,he quickly lead Samantha to a black luxury SUV, before heading to her place at her request.
The car slowly stopped in front of a small isolated house, the whisper of civilization lost in the endless of sea of unmovable giants.Stepping out of the suv, the sound of the untainted wildness slowly crept it way to the gentleman hears, sending the primal part of his brain in alert. In the night sky, a large silver disk was selfishly proclaiming it reign over the heavenly realm.
Following behind the young woman with a sturdy looking briefcase in hand. As he Stepped through the door, he was overwhelmed by a flowery sent of well maintained house. She pointed the living room telling him to make himself comfortable, this was going to be along night.
Suddenly he felt a stinging sensation on his neck, turning his head he saw the now emotionless face of Samantha, holding an empty syringe in her hand.
“What are you do…” spoke the man, falling heavily on the floor, his vision blurry before sinking into darkness.
When he finally wake up, he found himself bound to a chair, his hands handcuffed to his back, feeling like forty years old drug beaten prostitute struggling to fight the temptation to put a bullet through a life time of misery.
With his vision stabilizing he was able to make out Samantha in front of him. The young woman was sitting comfortably inside a large leather cushion, a trail of smoke rising from her fingers.
“If you wanted a smoke you could have just ask…” Joked Phoenix, forcing himself to ignore the rampaging headache
“How do you feel ?” she asked, a confident smile on her face.
“Pretty good thank you, but I do have a complain though, the handcuffs are frankly unnecessary, I want to talk to the manager “ responded the man, acting like everything was under his control.
“ You are a funny one aren’t you” she spoke lightly.
Standing up, she slowly walked in front of him and sat on his lap, throwing her arms around his neck. His nose was prickled by her sweet smelling breath, the cold touch of a sharp knife brushing his neck now.
“Is that really necessary ? I though we agreed… ” cold sweat sliding through his back.
“ Isn’t it what you wanted ? My memory, right? Everything has a price mister Phoenix…” she whispered softly in his hear while slowly sliding the tip of the knife through his back “… you didn’t leave me any choice, If you want that memory that much fine, the price is quite steep though. Now, tell me. Who sent you? I would love to personally deliver it to him.”
“ I’m in no….urghhhh” started the man when he felt the cold blade slowly being inserted inside of his body.
Resisting the urge to scream, he forcefully swallowed the mouthful of blood in his throat. Sending an emotionless stare to the fiery woman.
“Wow… don’t look at me like that too scary. Way too scary. My hand might slip you know” she spoke teasingly before planting a kiss on his thin lips, caressing his face with her bloodied hand “be nice okay ? Just tell me who sent you” she asked with an innocent voice that froze his blood.
“… like I said, I can not divulge any information about my employer.” Managed to say the struggling man
“ You can’t or you won’t ?
“…”
Once again, the blade carved itself inside his body, scratching his bone. His will reaching its limit, a dry scream finally escaped the lips of the tortured soul.
“… You who hunt the misery of humanity, do you think I do not know of your name ? Phoenix, merchant of death. Treating the suffering of your fellow humans as a simple commodity, only good enough to be sold to the highest bidder.” She brought the tip of the blade a inch from his tired auburn eye “…I wonder for how much would this mind of yours ?… let me take closer look”
The wretched sound of dying animal blasted through the thin walls of the small wooden house. And as he felt his last breath, yearning for Lady Reaper to release him from his suffering, he heard the soft almost warm voice of the ginger witch now dressed of burgundy
“ It time for you to join your hunter brothers, Scarlet178 thank you for your service…”
The bloodied knife was stabbed through his hearth sending his consciousness into oblivion
“98%…99%…100%.BEEP. Memory extraction completed.” Displayed the digital interface.
A man took off a headset device, and looked at the young woman silently reading a book in the corner.
“How do you feel boss ?” asked Samantha now wearing a neat looking suit.
“ Alive… this is not everyday that you die responded the man with a glowing smile.
Samantha looked at him funny. “ Say the one who make a business out of dying” she whispered under her breath.