A Devils Number

ORIGINALLY THIS STORY WAS: Assassin 006

A man who knows only to kill and live in a cell is suddenly sent on a mission to murder a famous mafia boss. When he's caught, he has to throw everything he knows about the world down the drain when he realizes what (or who) exactly lives within his target.

"What does that mean?"

"What?"

"Soul mate, what does it mean?"

"I'll tell you later-"

"What am I?"

"We're not human."

He seemed to examine me with pissed off eyes. I was strapped down tightly to the chair and I kept my glare. The mission I was sent of was to kill this man in front of me and I couldn't do it. My boss was going to be furious with me if I came back. I would receive a punishment and so I decided that it would be better if the man in front of me would just kill me instead. I opened my dry lips to speak before gulping when he crouched down, both of his hands on my knees. They were warm and tan.

"You're an interesting little thing. I really don't want to beat the shit out of you, but since you won't tell me who the fuck sent you, I guess I'll have to." He gave me a heavy frown and sighed. "Why'd I have to get something like you?"

What was he talking about?