The Lone Wolf | Corpse Husband

Chapter Seven: Charity Gala

Here I sat- in the black, tinted BMW on my way to the charity gala where I would start my mission. I was feeling anxious, but who wouldn't? The person Corpse Husband had been hired to kill was a boy named Tommy, and on top of possibly capturing him, I also had to make sure he didn't kill him.

I got out of the car when my driver told me to, thanking him for the ride. I was doing this alone, by choice. Scarra had offered to give me an earpiece to wear during my mission so he could provide guidance, but I'd said no. Now that I was here, I kind of regretted it. I'd let my own pride get the best of me, and now I know why Jeremy viewed me as an impulsive person.

I got to the door of the charity gala and handed the host my ticket. To my surprise, they shook their head at me and said, "Nice try. You can't get in."

I stuttered out of shock, "W-what do you mean? This is my ticket."

The host ripped my ticket up in cold blood. "You mean a fake ticket."

What the fuck am I supposed to do now? I walked off in defeat, sitting down on the sidewalk in my fancy dress. Too fancy to be touching the dirty concrete. God, I couldn't even contact Scarra because I don't have an earpiece and none of the cartel had an actual phone- they all had burners.

I needed to think of something and I needed to think of it quick. This was my only chance to get close to Corpse Husband because who knew how'd long it'd take to find out where he'd go next.

The more I sat there, the more I realized how the plan didn't even make sense. He was there for a kill- not to party, so why would I need to get into the gala? Also, we were never supposed to tell our names, so if I did meet him at the gala, wouldn't he be suspicious if I claimed to be a regular charitable millionaire with the name Reaper?

Then I realized, this was a test. At least, I thought it was. Scarra was too good at what he does in order to mess up a fake ticket, he just wouldn't. I got up from the cement and thought of a plan.

I waited outside for about thirty minutes. Being an assassin myself, I knew how an assassin would think. They'd come late, but not too late so they don't look suspicious and can blend in with all the others who are late to the event.

I then made my way to the top of the building right next to the one where the charity gala was being held. On the left side of the building, the next door balcony was perfectly visible. If Tommy, for some reason, decided to step outside for a breath of fresh air, Corpse Husband could easily snipe him then leave before anyone even noticed. I decided to sit here and wait for him, I knew he'd show up here soon to snipe Tommy. I was feeling tired though and the day's anxiety eventually caught up to me.

I woke up to the sound of laughter about 45 minutes later. I woke up quick, realizing I just fell asleep on the job. What a lousy assassin I was. I looked over, and saw what I guessed to be Tommy on the balcony with a friend. They were just laughing together, and Tommy was shouting the word 'Tubbo', what I assumed to be the other boy's nickname.

I heard someone walk up behind me, very quietly. I took out my gun and pointed it at the shadow figure.

"Woah, woah, woah." They put their hands up, and I could make out one eye glowing. Oh fuck. I thought, That's probably his Frank mask...it's Corpse Husband.

I put my gun down, "Aw shit, sorry."

He approached me and I was still sitting on the cement, right next to the edge of the building and just in sight of the balcony. He leaned down on the ground near me and put a duffel bag down next to him.

"I assume you're here for the same reason I am?" I said. This was technically my plan...but, we didn't meet in the way I'd hoped.

"And what's that?" He asked. Now, that he was next to me, I could hear him better. His voice was extremely deep yet he spoke in a soft tone.

"Him." I looked over to where Tommy and Tubbo were. "You know, Tommy."

He chuckled, "Yeah, I suppose we are here for the same reason then." He pulled a gun out of his duffel bag and set it on the ledge. The boys would never be able to see it or us because of the shadowed darkness of the night. "You know, a pistol isn't very great for sniping."

I blushed out of embarrassment. Wow, I am extremely stupid. I quickly made up an excuse, "Oh yeah, you're right." I looked at my gun. "I'm really new at this, sniping I mean...this is my first mission in which I have to."

"You work for anyone?" He asked, "Like a gang or anything?"

I shook my head, "No, I'm a bit of a lone wolf- I just did this because I needed money and I needed a lot and fast."

"Yeah, I get you." He said. He sat down next to me, sighing. "Can't shoot with a witness there."

"Why not just kill him too?" I asked.

"Don't wanna kill any more than I have to." He said, "That's pretty cold of you to say, don't you think?"

I knew it. He didn't enjoy killing, like I had speculated from seeing his file. "Yeah, but I've learned it's sometimes inevitable...though, I wish it wasn't."

"I suppose." He opened a ziploc bag and pulled out a muffin. I tried to cover my laugh as Sykkuno does, but he'd seen me out of the corner of his eye and raised his eyebrows. (The one that wasn't covered by the mask.)

"A muffin?" I realized I couldn't hide my smile, so I just let myself.

"Blueberry." He lifted his mask only a bit, just to take a bite of it. I couldn't see much in the dark, but it seemed to me like he had a very nice chin and mouth. As weird as it sounds to say.

He was weird, I couldn't lie. Who brings a muffin on a mission? In a ziploc bag? A single muffin? I laughed at him. "You're weird."

"No, I'm dad." He laughed a bit. He had a cute laugh- it was like a wheeze, actually.

"Hi dad, I'm Reaper." I said, my hand out for him to shake.

He looked a bit surprised, shocked that I just revealed my 'identity' to him. He smirked a bit and took my hand. "Hi Reaper, I'm Corpse."

Corpse. It fit him perfectly in an odd way. I liked it.

We sat in a comfortable silence together for a while, and I watched as he ate his muffin peacefully. Then I realized, oh shit...it's silent.

It was almost like he read my mind, because he looked at me then we both turned to the empty balcony that was once full of life.

"Oh my god." He chuckled. "This has literally never happened to me before."

"I can't believe we didn't even notice they left!" I said, "Do you think Tommy will be back?"

"Nah." He put his gun back in the duffel bag and shoved the empty ziploc bag in there too. "I'll just come another night, I guess."

"Another night?"

"Yeah, this event is going on for three days." He informed me, getting up. "See ya, Reaper."

"Bye, Corpse." I said, as he walked off. I couldn't help but feel confused because Scarra had told me tonight was the deadline for Corpse's hit. It wasn't my concern though, my concern was coming back tomorrow to hopefully capture him. I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty about it, he seemed like a nice, chill guy. The file had made him seem to be a monster, but compared to all the other criminals I've had to kill, he was an angel. In my time in the cartel, I've come face to face with the worst of the worst, but Corpse? He wasn't even close. I mean, hell, he had the chance to kill Tommy right there, but instead, he chose to eat a muffin and wait because he didn't want to kill Tubbo. I wondered if he was so comfortable around me, he genuinely forgot about why he was there or if he just made an excuse to avoid killing the boys.

For me, it was the first reason and I didn't like admitting it to myself. I could've captured him and turned him over to Toast and saved the cartel all within that time frame and yet, I didn't. All because I was distracted by him being a weirdo.

Fuck, I had to do it tomorrow. I had to. I'm going to come back tomorrow and I'm going to capture him.