Killer x reader His profession 7

Rustling of clothes sounded right next to your ear. The echo of steps as you moved up and down with every step in a corridor. You kept your heavy lids closed, as your breathing eased out more and more with every step, lulling you to the calmness of a light sleep. The chest your head rested on vibrated as the person hummed to itself. A tune, familiar to your alarm at every morning before this strange event, made you almost think this was all a dream. The most, horrible and bloody dream you have ever had.

“Is she asleep still?”

Another hum was the answer of the question spoken by a familiar voice. “I guess she still is.” You knew the voices. Knew both of them, but with a hazed mind, you couldn’t figure out to where they belonged yet. A sigh left your slightly parted lips as you nuzzled further into the chest, relishing into the warmth it provided. The person that carried you chuckled. A person, you had now recognized as a male. “At least she enjoys it right now.” He hushed his voice a little, maybe to make sure you wouldn’t wake up more than this stir.

“Yeah, not for long, I guess. Not with your plan for her.” The other voice stated.

“No, I guess not.” The male sighed, waving his warm breath over your disposed face. “But you didn’t first either. Now you’re even helping me finding more victims. She was a mere coincidence I found when simply walking by.”

The other grunted in response, probably even with a huff of annoyance. “Like you care about something trivial like that. You never do something like that with the others. It’s almost like she’s special. With any other, they were already taken care of after a week. And that’s the longest you had one. Aren’t you getting bored yet?”

The one carrying you came to a stop, hoisting you up a little more. “Let’s say I enjoy her expressions and screaming the most.” He said with a chuckle, rubbing his thumb over your skin of your arm. “Besides, the cops have a hard time with finding her. I can’t make their search be done with that easy, right?”

“Who’s on the investigation again? That Smoker, right?”

“Smoker, indeed. So we’re going to make it hard for him again.” The voice came out darker than before, more harsh and angry than when they talked about you.

‘Would there have been some history between them? The one carrying me would probably be Killer, but who is the other one?’

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The silver haired male sighed as he let his hand travel through his hair for countless times. The report in front of him laid untouched. His golden eyes scanning over the typed words over and over again. The placement of the bodies, the cuts, the wounds in particular, they didn’t make any pattern. They made no sense anymore. Even when he was merely in his late thirties, he felt old right now as his mind tried to comprehend the clues. “It’s too obvious or too well hidden.” Smoker muttered as he fell back in his chair, his head hold up by the palms of his hands. “What are you trying to do this time? How do you get so many victims at once? How can you make the wounds look like days old with the naked eye?” Another sigh left his chapped lips before Smoker closed his eyes.

“Coffee, sir?” A womanly voice asked near his ear.

Smoker startled upon hearing the voice, whipping his head towards the source of the spoken words. “Tashigi! Damn it. I didn’t hear you come over here.” The silver haired male shook his head slightly. “What did you say again?”

“I asked whether you wanted coffee or not, sir.” The black haired cop took a step forward and looked over Smoker’s shoulder to the fil in front of him, oblivious to his slight glare. Tashigi sighed and turned her cheerful face into a frown. “The case just won’t let you go, will it?” She asked with another soft sigh leaving her lips.

“Yes, I’d like some coffee.” Smoker rubbed his eyes before going over to his temples. “And no, of course this case won’t let me go. It’s something about life and death, Tashigi. You should know that already, being in the same squad as I am for at least five years. We can’t let innocent lives get in more danger than it already is. We can’t let her be on her own, hoping she will live long enough for this man to stop or make a wrong move. He did that once and I’m sure he won’t make the same mistake again.”

“You talk like you know him. Is this the same man you had captured with your former partner? The one that..” Tashigi’s voice lowered with every sentence she spoke, not daring to look in the golden eyes of her older partner.

“Yes. Killer. He took his name quite literally by starting killing other people around him. My.. former partner, she..” Smoker took in a deep breath before he went on. “She became a victim. Willingly. She had a sender on her and everything. We could track her at any time. Somewhere along there it went horribly wrong. Her tracking device was hidden in her clothing and we followed it after she was taken away from our very eyes. We.. found her device miles away from her. Her body to be exact.” Smoker flicked his lighter and took a drag of his cigar.

Tashigi sat down on the edge of Smoker’s desk, intrigued by the story so far. Never had he talked about his former partner and as horrible the story was, she wanted to know now more than ever.

“Her arm was missing and thrown away several meters. Her throat was cut. Probably the best possible death, merciful even. Her body was filled and mutilated with cuts everywhere. The man doing all these things was just standing there. Smiling.” The older man shivered at the memory before taking another drag from his cigar.

“And then?” Her eyes glimmered in interest, face pale in horror, but still wanting to know how this Killer’s mind worked. “Did you turn him in?”

Golden eyes turned back to hers, disbelieve evident in them. “Are you serious? Of course we turned him in! He even came willingly, saying he got bored and needed a time-out of it all. Now I finally understand what he meant with that.” Smoker sighed, turning his vision back to the file on his desk with a ‘tch’. “To think he would take another victim almost immediately he was out of there with help outside.” Smoker muttered more to himself than to the woman next to him.

Fingers reached out to the open file, turning it a little for the owner to read about the specifics. There wasn’t much for them to read. The profile of the killer was deleted after some virus in the system. That was the only reason everyone went back to paper again for this case. The only details available were the specifics from the last couple of mutilated bodies and a little description of the killer’s profile. Hair colour, eye colour, height, a couple of scars on his face and several littering his arms. Tashigi shivered at the thought of how the male would look like and turned her eyes elsewhere.

“You know.” Smoker started, telling her quietly to listen to him once again. “We won’t let something like this happen ever again. When we get him, I’ll make sure he’ll get the death sentence and no one can bail him out ever again.”

Silence enveloped the both of them, only the low murmering of other officers in the very same room, working on their own cases breaking it. It was almost time to leave, but no one was done just yet. Even when no cop wanted to work overtime like they probably have to do now, none of them wanted to leave something undone. Not when they could work for some minutes more and be done with it.

Smoker could only hope it was this easy with his case. There should have been more people on it, but the officials above him said he could do it with just his partner. How wrong they are. Smoker rubbed his temples with his thumbs and sighed loudly. “I really need that coffee.” He muttered. Tashigi jumped up, gave a quick salute and almost ran towards the kitchenette to start the machine for Smoker.

Smoker’s eyes were glued onto the file near his hand. The golden hues skimmed over the sentences once again before he let a growl escape his lips. It should be oh so easy, but he couldn’t see it. Strong fingers ran through his hair as his lids closed and surrounded the male in darkness. ‘If only..’ His thoughts were interrupted by the soft thud of stone against wood. His nose was filled the strong scent of black coffee. Tashigi placed her soft and delicate hand on his shoulder, squeezing it for any form of comfort.

“I know you can come up with a solution soon, sir.” She muttered before turning and leaving her boss to it, knowing he would only need time and not her presence around. Tashigi lifted her finger and slid her glasses back up her nose before looking ahead of her with determination. With wide strides, she went back to the mortuary, hoping to find something, anything, that could help in this case.