The OC Above is Hired to Assassinate Your OC.[IC]

Weathervane hummed, perched in some nondescript mountain range. Unsurprising that the humans would send their own after something like him. To them, he supposed, he was inexplicable. He glanced behind him, thinking back to the encounter.

The human sent after him didn't look like much, he'd have admitted. The others would find no threat, would probably tease him for even considering the situation dangerous. Unfortunately, Weathervane was not in the business of under-estimating enemies, so there he was, lounging paranoid in a pile of rocks. What would he even do? He couldn't kill the human, the amount of trouble that would cause would-- well, it wouldn't be worth it. She must have some hidden ability. A good portion of human literature he'd read told stories of mutations that gave them strange powers. Was that more than fiction? What if he couldn't re-establish communication with his team before she got to him? Would they ever learn what happened to him?

Stay clam, he had to remain calm. Focus on survival. He'd survived this long and he would not be succumbing to a single human assassin. For now, he supposed, he would wait. 

"Your here to kill me?" She asked tilting her head at the women standing in front of her. "Oh.." She said quietly standing up. Playing with her hands. 

"But I'm not ready to die yet. I havent seen the sky" she pointed up towards where a sky would be but up above was nothing but artificial sky" I'm not ready.." 

She said quietly sniffing and wiping her eyes. Was this really how it ended for her? She was scared. Of course she was scared. No one wanted to be murdered. But Ellie didn't have the defenses to defend herself even if she wanted to. "I never thought..this was how it would end." She wondered vaugly if her mom was this scared. 

((I know shes not really an "Assassin" but just imagine in an AU or something she's trying to kill you. Horrible at it. But trying. Lol) 

He stares down at the small girl in front of him and he can’t help but chuckle, “You’re here to kill me? Oh dear, who put you up to this? You realize there’s no way that’s gonna happen.” 

He gets down to her level and smiles, “Dear, I’ve seen how people like you function in this sorta job, trust me, it isn’t for you. There’s no way in hell you’d do it, it’s not in your nature. Plus, I’ve surely killed way more people than you, I know you can’t just go outright and tell the person, then there’s no way you can do it.”

He stands back up, “But hell, I want to die as it is, I’ll let you take your shot.” He laughs a little, “I can see by how you’re staring at me though that I’ve talked you out of it by now anyways. You’d better run along while you can, you never know who the boss’ll make me go after next, surely you don’t want to be on that list.”

(^^^ I’m so sorry if Sir is out of character! ^^^)

Blake heard someone walk in through the front door of his office as he was crouched behind his desk, rustling through files written in his native species’ language. They were a mess he could not let someone see him like this. Besides, hadn’t he locked the doors yet?

“Sorry, the office is closed,” he said from behind the desk, emphasizing the closed to make it clear he could not take any more people in today. No response, no movement, nothing. He sighed with frustration, thinking to himself ‘god can’t a guy take a hint?’

He slowly eased himself up behind his desk and stared directly at the person in his office and his face fell. This guy didn’t look like any media representative or whatever odd organization came to him to talk about his client. In fact, if he looked like anyone Blake worked with it would be the killers themselves. It’s something in the eyes that he just recognizes after seeing it so many times before.

“Oh fuck, you’re tall,” was all he could really spit out in the heat of the moment as he stared wide eyed at the man in front of him. He didn’t move a muscle, and kept his hands visible on the surface of his desk as to not give any sudden cues for the stranger to attack him. He saw the glint of what he could only assume was a knife (though he hoped it was a pen or something) in the would-be assassin’s hand and didn’t want to roll dice on how fast he could cross the room or throw it at him.

“Do- do you want information or something ? I got the files all here you could just uh, comb through them. Or money, I’ve got it mostly in cash in all kinds of wild currencies I can just give you the key to the safe, or fuck you can take the whole box, and then you can be on your wa-“

Blake was interrupted by Sir clearing his throat. He immediately went silent, trying to calm his heart rapidly fluttering in his chest before he had a panic attack. 

For the first time the intruder spoke, though to Blake’s dismay it was the last thing he wanted to hear. “I’m sorry, but you probably already  know already that’s not what I came here for,” he replied flatly, even tiredly, lining a knife up with Blake’s chest. Letting it fly forward with an expert twitch of his fingers he added, to himself this time, “Though finding the key to your safe wouldn’t hurt.”

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Don’t worry you got him pretty well! Also I love human + symbiote ocs ahh 

"Me?" Cooper raises a brow, the bored expression on his face not changing. "Then by all means, go ahead" He spreads his arms, exposing his chest willingly. He could see the fear and guilt in Blake's eyes and he grinned, his hair falling over his face. "It's alright, you can do it. Just a stab to the chest, no problem at all" 

He watches as Blake's hands trembled on the hilt of the knife. Cooper sighs and steps closer, so the blade is only inches from his heart. "Alright, how about that? Hm? You just need to push it forward a little" 

"I'm sorry" Blake says in a low voice before pushing the knife forward, his eyes shut tight. 

There is no sound that comes out from Cooper, No sound of blood gushing out. Blake opens one eye, trying to peak before widening his eyes and stepping back. The scrawny guy that was previously in front of him had some red-black...thing around him, it looked almost like another face was grinning.

"Now now, Massacre." Cooper chides in a sing song voice, "Don't scare him so much."

(I apologize if Blake was out of character! Jutta)

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You wrote him really well!! I love it so much!

Spoilered for bad words (lmao just in case, i mean i did literally quote that "harry youre a wizard" meme so... Hope it's ok!)

"A Small girl?" He spat, his eye squeezed to a judgemental slit. "Yer here for wee ol' me?" Roswell continued. His fingers squeezed around his flintlock pistol as he carefully approached this...Strange lass. "To kill me? Don't make me laugh, " he said with zero intentions too actually laugh. "Go, home kid, " he said while making a waving gesture, with his empty gun. "Dis business isn't a place for brats loike herself." He grumbled. "And take that, critter, with Ya. Yer don't wanna see them 'urt now would ya?" He said nodding at Socks. "Next time yer say something ridiculous loike dis, I'll shoot yer both. On sight."

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Roswell frowned. "What'sa Hell?" He asked.

Cam stared up at the man, they looked almost shocked, “Wh-what? K-kill me..?” Tears came to their eyes immediately after they uttered the word ‘kill’, they gripped at their hair, still staring at the man to make sure he didn’t make any sudden moves.

They had to think of a way out of this, what could they do? This isn’t how they wanted to go. They couldn’t go back.

They began to cry tearing at their hair, “P-please don’t! I-I don’t want to go back to Hell! Please! You don’t understand how terrible it is down there, don’t make me go! I-I’ll do anything!” They sunk to their knees, sobbing, “I don’t want to go back...” They stared back up at the man with wide eyes, “I-if you do it... T-they’ll get you too...”

Oh my lord that’s SO GOOD. He’d better not touch them though he’d regret it >:<

"Uhu...aha...hahaha!" Verity's half lidded eyes went towards the purple haired-creature, a crooked grin showing on his visage. "You? Kill me? Have you any idea what I could do to you?" His hands outstretched towards the other as he began to get closer to the being contracted to kill him. Each step felt as though it was prolonged for minutes, an amused pink gaze not moving from the other.  "So," he began, his hands nearly cupping the others face. "You don't seem like the type to just kill anyone...or want to for that matter," he continued. "...but neither do I. Who told you to do this? Someone you love? Someone you treat like a God? Someone dark, tall and handsome? What's their address?" Smooth and dainty hands clasped onto the other's face, an even wider smile appearing along with an unstable expression in his eyes. 

"I need to know where to send the body."

(I'm back to reviving this thread!! XD)

Scourge was standing face to face with his apparent killer, Nixie. He wasn't really sure what to think of this one.

"So... I'm 'bout to be killed by a sea spider--"

"That's VAMPIRE sea spider to you, and don't you even think I'm gonna go easy on you! Hehehehe!" Nixie said with and unsettling giggle towards the end.

Scourge sighed. "Alright then. Let's get this over with... in style! C'mon then. Fight me! :)"