No Angels *Hemmings*


2. Chapter 2

Luke sat in his apartment, an arrangement of weapons in front of him. He sighed, taking a of his beer. He was fucked up, and he hated his job. His phone buzzed, signaling he had a text. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, checking his text.

Unknown- 1467 State Street. Good luck.

Luke sighed. He grabbed a gun, a simple hand gun, and a pocket knife. He stood up, finishing off beer before putting on his shoes and coat. He quickly pocketed his weapons, grabbing his car keys and leaving his apartment. He didn't even bother locking the door, the people in the apartment building knew not to fuck with him. He quickly went down the stairs, bumping into to someone.

"Fuck sor- Luke?" A voice said. Luke groaned.

"I can't talk right now Echo." He snapped, pushing his way around her.

"Wait. Can I come with you?" She asked, following him. He rolled his eyes.

"No." He walked to the front door, opening it and quickly walking to his car. Echo groaned and followed him.

"But Luke I need to talk-"

"No you don't."

"You killed someone?" Luke stopped. "I knew it. And you found your next victim, so that what you're going to do right now." Luke rolled his eyes.

"Leave me alone." He snapped, getting in his car.

"Let me help. I'd make a hell of a getaway driver." She smirked. Luke sighed.

"Fine. But if you rat me out, I'm aiming for your head."

Luke finally arrived at the street he was supposed to, looking at the house numbers until he got to the right one. He pulled into the driveway and looked at Echo.

"Stay here. Get out of the car and I'm kicking your ass. Got it?" Echo smiled and nodded. Luke got out of the car, slamming the door shut. He walked up to the front porch, knocking on the door. The street was empty, but Luke knew this was the bad part of town, so anyone could take the blame for this persons death.

The door opened, revealing a young man, in his early twenties.

"Can I help you?"

"Uhm yeah. Can I come in? You have something of my friends, they wanted me to pick it up." The man peaked out the door, looking around.

"Yeah come in," the man said, letting Luke in. The man shut the door quickly, locking it, "she's in the basement." Luke stopped.

"Are you fucking serious?" He turned and looked at the man.

"I'm kidding." The man said, smiling. Luke glared at him. Just get it over with, Luke thought.

"Want a beer?" The man asked. Luke nodded. The man walked into the kitchen. Luke grabbed the gun out of his pocket, taking off his jacket. You can do this Luke, you can do this, he thought. He walked into the kitchen, dropping his coat onto the dirty floor.

"Is Bud Light okay? That's the only kind I have." The turned around to see Luke, the gun pointed at him.

"I don't really mind." He smirked. The man dropped the beer, eyes wide.

"I didn't think he'd actually send someone to kill me." He mumbled, backing up slowly. Luke cocked his head, giving the man a confused look.

"What the fuck do yo-" before Luke could finish his sentence, the man leaped at him, a knife in his hands. He knocked the gun out of Luke's hand. The gun flew, landing under the kitchen table. The man brought the knife up, cutting Luke's cheek. Luke hissed, raising his fist up to punch the man. The man grabbed Luke's fist, pinning both of Luke's hands above his head.

"But he obviously sent the wrong guy to do the job." The man brought the knife down, then there was a loud bang.

The man fell on top of Luke. Luke groaned and pushed him off. He sat up and looked at Echo.

"I told you to stay in the damn car." He snapped, getting up. She shrugged and handed him the gun. He grabbed it and walked into the living room, grabbing his coat.

"How'd you get in here?" He asked, putting on in coat and pocketing the gun. Echo shrugged and smiled.

"Back door was unlocked. Dumbass." She said, looking at the guy. She kicked his side. Luke rolled his eyes.

"Let's just go." Luke said, unlocking the front door and leaving. Echo followed, a little bounce in her step.

"That was fun. We should do it again sometime." Luke rolled his eyes and got into his car, starting it up.

"You're fucking stupid Echo." He said as Echo got in the car. She giggled.

"It wasnt my first time killing Luke." She said, smiling at him.

"Fucking psychopath I swear," He mumbled, backing out of the driveway and leaving, "you better keep your mouth shut about this. Or I'm fucking killing you."

"Yes sir!" Echo said, bringing her hand up in a salute. "Sorry, I get happy after killing."

"How many people have you killed?"

"To many. How many have you killed?"

"I lost count after ten."

"We'd make a great team."

"Yeah, if I didn't want to fuck you."


Echo looked around Luke's apartment.

"This is a shithole." She mumbled. Luke shrugged and grabbed a beer out of his fridge.

"All I can afford. But hey, you live in this building too." He smirked, opening the beer and talking a drink. Echo rolled her eyes.

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