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"Oh my god! Taylor!! How could you get your ass beat by some college student!! For FUCKS SAKE!!" We see the mass murderer guy, named Taylor. Getting bitched around by someone.
"Holy shit I get it! I'll do better next time boss" Taylor starts rubbing his cheek to soothe the pain.
His boss rubs their eyebrows in frustration. "God dammit! We already lost two other idiots the last time! And now they almost got you! Who the hell do these guys even look like?!" his boss starts to throw stuff around the room. Almost hitting Taylor in the process, but he dodged.
"He had on a stained shirt, don't know the colour. His heir was long and brown, which made him look like a girl for a second. And he has brown eyes" Taylor told them.
"What did the others look like?!"
"I don't know, I couldn't see them well enough!" He dodges another object, this time it was a lamp. The boss circled around their desk, having their hand on the left temple. and running the other one roughly through their hair like a comb.
"Fucking hell! You better go find someone who can accompany you with this! You can't go alone anymore!" They snarled. "You're too much of a dunce to even kill an 18 year old and his friends!" they spit on his face. Making him gag in disgust and hatred. The boss motioned, wiped the spit off his face, and licked his hand afterward. Taylor so desperately wanted to protest. But he knew he couldn't do anything about all the guards on the other side of the door.
"*sigh… fine alright, just gimme like, a week and I'll find someone" Taylor promised.
The boss gives a long, deep sigh, and nods. "If you don't get this shit done! It's your ass! Now get the hell outta here!!" Just after they said that, all the guards from the other side came rushing in. They grabbed Taylor by the arms and dragged him out kicking and screaming. Now outside, they dumped him onto the ground, and went back inside, locking the door. Taylor tried his hardest to let himself back in, but nothing worked. So Taylor now had to walk back to his car in shame and disappointment. He cursed out the whole building while doing so, and also crushed an empty beer can on the way back.
"Oh that piece of shit! Thinking they could just walk all over me like that?! I'll show them how great I am at my job!!" Taylor tries to start his car, but with his trembling hands, he couldn't really do much at the moment. This made him even more mad than before, which kept the cycle going, and going.
He then remembered about a therapy session a couple of years back. The therapist told him something about slowly, and deeply breathing in-and-out. So that's what he did for a minute in complete silence.
After fully calming down, he could now easily put his keys in and finally turning on his car.
Taylor, now feeling relieved, backed up and got out of the parking lot. He accidentally hit a couple of stray animals, but he didn't really care. He put on his Spotify playlist, and started jamming out in the car. He could've hit a couple people at that moment and he would've never known.
He was driving for a while, until something from the back seat came flying to the back of his head. Hitting him with a loud dud sound. He almost crashed into something, but he got his shit together, and parked somewhere on the side of the road before turning off his music. He looked behind him, and just as he did, something emerged from the pile of beer cans in the back. It was his drunk friend named Donald!
"Oh yeah! I forgot you were here!" Taylor watched as Donald tried to get all of the cans off of his body. "Oh… hi… there Taylor…" Taylor could tell that this guy was out for the count.
Taylor hopped out of the car, and went over to the back seat. Dragging his friend out of there. He plopped him on his feet, and helped him over to the nearby trashcan so that he could throw up. After that, the both of them went back into Taylor's car.
"So, do you want me to drop you off or…"
"Nah, I'm fine staying with you"
Taylor frowned a little.
"Alright, fine! Just don't cause me any problems!" Taylor turns the car back on, and gets back onto the road. Donald just sits there, not knowing what to do, and knowing how to tell his friend that he got evicted. Donald just hoped that Taylor would put two-and-two together eventually.
Taylor takes another stop for a cigarette break. Waking up Donald in the process. The only problem he had with Taylor's smoking was the fact that he did it while still in the car.
"Really dude… again…" Donald has sobered up a little bit. Taylor took the cigarette out of his mount and looked over his shoulder. "What's your issue now…" Taylor was getting pretty fed up with this bum being in his car.
"Look would you shut the hell up! I'm stressin' over this new task those bumfucks at my job gave me!" Taylor vented.
"What's it about?"
"I have to go find some new teammates to accompany me on any new mission. If I don't, it's over" Taylor put another cigarette in his mouth because the first one wouldn't work fast enough.
"Hm.. well if you want to find some people. Then I know a few…" Donald mutters loudly.
"Wait really!"
"Yeah! If you go northwest for about… 4 fours. One of the most notorious gangs are said to be hiding somewhere there. Don't tell anyone that you got this info from me though. I ain't a part of this for all I'm concerned" Taylor lights up and gives Donald a side hug awkwardly. Donald immediately pushes him off and gives him a weird look.
"Yo! Thanks so much man! How could I ever repay you—"
"Can I live with you for a little bit" Donald asks.
Taylor sighed. "Sure whatever…" He reluctantly says to him. Now having to have him around all the time is gonna be a real pain for him.
"Alright, this drive is gonna take forever! So sit up and buckle up!" Taylor starts the car up for the third time now. And speeds back onto the road. Hitting over a family of four in the process.
"Aw shit!" Taylor speeds up a little.