Many stories begin with some show of gallantry or the start of a horrible flashback. This begins with neither. A soft kiss. A tender touch. The sound of a body falling to the floor. A young man chuckled and licked his moist lips running a hand through his blonde hair. The man who had kissed him lay before him clutching at his chest obviously dead. He had been poisoned. The poison was an old herb with no scent. Though it tasted of something sweet and stopped the heart. The person poisoned would not be able to react quickly enough to stop it they would merely die quietly, surprised. The young man chuckled again and stepped over the corpse buttoning his open shirt. The man had been easy to trick. Easier then others. He had been looking for love and thought he had found it in the soft spoken blonde young man. Nearly laughing out loud he ran a hand through the blonde hair pulling it off to reveal soft silver hair. He looked at the wig and threw it into an open bag on the couch. Eyeing the corpse again the man burst out laughing and leaned against the couch. Soft grey eyes with a touch of blue near the center shimmered deviously underneath the dark green contacts.
Edwin Sebastian Horcoup. A young man from a long line of European royalty. He was very well off and had no need for more money. His life was happy. He got along with his family and friends and no one who met him seemed to dislike him. Yet he made his living killing people. Edwin had been walking down from his one pent house when he bumped into an older man. The man had eyed him and smiled asking him if he was interested in a job. Edwin sensed danger in the man but did not refuse and left with him. The man had been a leader of a mob. He started him in on the business. Edwin had gladly accepted it thinking he’d give it a try. He was magnificent at it. Edwin continued to do this side job and live the life expected of himself. His parents had died quietly soon after he began the job. He mourned in public but continued taking the life of others. He even continued when the mob leader died. Edwin merely worked alone now with no ties to the mob unless he was being hired. He had taken an interest in poisons thinking it easier in some cases then a more violent way. So he started collecting them and working on his own immunity to them.
Edwin Horcoup. No dark past. No real reason for him to have these two distinct lives. He merely lived. Usually soft spoken and polite in the company of friends and family, he became a demon when taking someone’s life. Soft eyes turned cold and devious. Charming laughs turned to something heard in the darkest of dreams. The corpses baffled the police. The poisons untraceable and in some cases even unknown. A single card was left to adorn the bodies. In scrawling red script the only thing written was, “What’s your poison?”
Edwin done with his mirth adjusted his shirt and slipped back into the wig. Closing his bag he was about to leave the room when the sound of approaching footsteps stopped him. “s**t!” He slipped the bag on and ran over to the window shaking his head. It was a long fall but he could make it. Ripping open his bag again he pulled out a rope and attached it securely to the window ledge the slipped on leather gloves hoping to stop the rope burn. Laughing he turned and winked at the men who had just entered before jumping out the window sliding down on the rope to the crowded street below. He had been happy atleast. He had finally killed the mob leader he was supposed too. The man was hard to get ahold of. Atleast that was what he thought. THinking back on the men who came in he realized that one of them looked an awful lot like the man he just killed. Cursing quietly as he released the rope and starter running. Ofcourse I kill the wrong guy! Damn mob doubles! I should have figured that into my plan! Shaking his head he continued running.
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