Suvonere

I wake up with a yawn, blinking to fight away the sleep. The things that happened yesterday run through my head and I smile, fond of the memory. I sigh I should've taken a suvonere, a pity but I'm aware that it could be traced back to me.

After all it's a pain to deal with the police, they're just so nosey. I frown as I look down at my outfit although its all black and the blood is hard to see, I can smell the blood. I wrinkle my nose in disgust, my nose is sensitive and although useful at times like these it just makes me annoyed.

I hum a little song and start to strip, throwing the clothes into the laundry hamper. I go into the bathroom and lean over the marble counter to get a closer look at my reflection.

My hair is as black as a raven and in the light it has a little bit of what looks like blue in it. It reaches a few inches above my butt. My eyes are a forest like green, with gold flects, combined with my button like nose and full lips, I look like a model when you combine it with my hourglass figure.

I turn to the shower and turn on the water before stepping in. I closed my eyes as it cascades down my back like a waterfall. After standing there a few more seconds I grab my shampoo and lather my hair with it. I smile as I smell the coconut fragrance.

I run my hands through my hair as the water gets rid of the suds.After I wash the rest of my body I turn off the water and grab the towel hanging on the metal hook.Wrapping it around myself I put on some mascara and light, red lipstick before heading towards my closet.

After some consideration I chose some black ripped jeans, a cute red tank and a pair of black boots with a three inch heel. I grab my leather jacket, and last but not least a few weapons hidden all over my body since I perfer to air dry my hair i just brush through it a few times before leaving it down.

Once I'm satisfied I head out after grabbing my motorcycle keys and some money. Choosing to just be a little stealthy I sneake out of my apartment building so that I don't have to interact with anybody, once I'm safely outside I get on my baby, loving the purr of her engine, I give her a light pat before slipping on my helmet and I start to drive down the road.

I drive to my job, a tattoo store. While I can do tattoos the store is basically just a cover for what we call The Reapers, cliche... yes, but it sounds cool right?

What we do is kind of like a gang, just more businesslike if that makes sense. We dabble in drugs and weapon dealing but some of us kill. Sometimes people hire us and sometimes its just because someone pissed us off.

You wanna know a secret? They call me RJ and I'm the number one killer for the Reapers. Are yall ready to have a little fun?