loose change.
Life’s been weird lately. It started with Yelian randomly passing out one day and waking up with some strange chest pain. No, calling it that would be inaccurate because he wasn’t exactly hurting. His chest just felt warm, as if he was having heartburn except more...pleasant. It was difficult to describe.
He wasn’t the type to see a doctor, so he carried on with his duties as normal. Other symptoms began, involving him dry gagging sometimes, after a kill. The scent of blood which typically gave him a rush now made him feel occasionally sick.
Was karma catching up to him? Maybe.
And perhaps that was why he decided to spare the prostitute.
Listen, the request demanded for a dead guy only and said nothing about the woman who was unfortunately caught underneath him. Yelian was covered from head to toe, and these days he didn’t give as much of a fuck about leaving witnesses, so miss whore was destined for a lucky break.
Except she wasn’t reacting as he thought she would.
“This is where you scream and run out of the door,” he said, giving her the cue. Yelian figured maybe she was too scared to move and needed the extra prompt. Every once in a while he ran into one of those silly people. “Are you waiting for something?” She still wasn’t taking off after 20 whole seconds, and he was beginning to question the existence of her survival instincts. “Are you wanting to...get paid?” He fished out the dead guy’s wallet and threw it to her. “Knock yourself out. Might be some loose change in there.” (@crivory)
