Live And Let Live (Melix and KillGill)

[Melix]

"I'm so sorry," whispered Dallas, watching as the blood swirled and was washed away by the "rust stained" red shower drain. It was the only physical evidence that survived from the murder of Travis Davies, and it was being burned away, as slowly and surely as every other killing he had committed. He was getting up there, somewhere. How many people had he killed in the last five years alone? One a month paid all his bills and left room for spending or retirement...He knew it had been a couple of years since he started that pattern...Five years? No, six. And ten before that, so...82? Somewhere around there. He sighed. It was probably best to take his mind off things, for now. He was done for the next 31 days.


He got up out of the shower, flicking the water nozzle down, and searched his shelves for an unused throwaway phone. He dialed the familiar number and listened to the rings as he pulled on clothes and glasses. "Nick? Whenever you pick up the phone, can you come over? I'm so bored."


@KillGill

 

[KillGill]

Nick sat on the couch in his living room. The sound of daytime TV game shows blasted from the TV, it gave him a headache but there was really nothing else to do. He sat on the couch, snot dripping from his nose. He had been watching The Price is right when his phone rang. he moaned and trudged himself over to the kitchen where he picked up his phone. It was Dallas, "Man I feel like shit, sure you can come over but if im in a mood you can't blame me. He rubbed his fingers through his thick dark hair. He continuously let out small and annoying sniffles to keep the drippy


snot from reaching his upper lip. "Hey Dallas, where are you?" He pulled out a stool to sit by the kitchen island, he had had enough of Drew Carey For the time being.

 

[Melix]

"I'm at Dad's," sang Dallas, happily. Nick sounded bad, like he was congested. But even that couldn't stop him from being happy to hear Nick's voice- nothing ever had, even that time that Nick called him mid-kill. That had been the start of Dallas's throwaway phone craze. Nick was a part of his life he liked to keep separate from work. Love and death were two subjects that, as far as Dallas was concerned, should never mix.


"I don't care if you're in a crap mood, bud. I'm pretty sure we're good for each others mental health." He wasn't joking. It was a number of days, thought Dallas, until he went completely off the deep end. It was a typical retirement for a serial. And if he was being completely honest, he didn't want to be around to find out what ge was capable of, then. "Want me to bring over takeout and a movie?"

 

[KillGill]

Nick's voice was groggy and low. "You know I'd be in a pissy mode but that takeout and a movie sounds pretty good." He let out a yawn. "Better bring it fast, i'm starving." Nick ended the call, trudging his way miserably back to his sofa. he rubbed his face, probably a bad idea, and probably the reason he was sick. His massive headache was really getting to him but he still continued to watch his game shows. This time it was Who Wants to Be a Millionaire. Every time Nick would guess the answer, every time he would guess wrong.

 

[Melix]

"Be right there. Bye." Dallas hung up, grabbing a few things from around the house- a bathrobe he'd gotten from...somewhere...a few extra pairs of underwear, toiletries, and his wallet. Plus, several movies from his shelves, in case Nick didn't like the rental he'd chose. He ran outside, having shoved them into a plastic bag, and pretty soon he was in the "bad" part of the city, walking toward the border, where the real estate value started going up and the crime rate slowed down. On his way, he got two wonton soups from a Chinese street vendor and picked up bootlegs of some romantic comedy and an action movie. "Thanks, Phil."


"No problem. You a good man, Dal." Dallas smiled. The poor thing didn't quite have a grip on English yet, but he was getting up there. It didn't matter anyway- he was understandable, and he was good at getting his hands on illegal items. And cooking! What else mattered?


He made it to Nick's house quickly enough, opening the door with a spare key he kept in the neighbor's ficus. "Honey, I'm home!"

 

[KillGill]

"Finally! I'm starving." He reclined into the sofa, soup in hand. Nick sloppily slurred the soup, spooning out all the extra stuff he didn't get the first try. He sorted through the movies, each chosen by Dallas's poor taste in movies. "This one." He had picked out the only one that seemed reasonable. "I'll be right back," He walked himself over to the bathroom, washing his face off with water and soap, he hadn't taken a shower for about a week and he probably smelt like crap. He quickly put on some deodorant and trudged himself back to the living room.

 

[Melix]

Dallas laughed. It was just like Nick to want to watch Death Night as opposed to The Princess Bride, or Bermuda Triangle, which happened to be pretty decent movies. Nick happily ate his soup- it took a grand total of nineteen seconds, and all the food was gone. "I missed you," Dallas yelled when Nick went to the bathroom, but he wasn't sure the other male could hear him over the rushing water. "I had a real rough week at work. How's your job going? I mean, I guess it's going well, since you're out sick." He ran a hand through his hair. No response. "I, uh...I've been thinking about you all week." His face was all red and awkward again. Nick had that affect on people. God, damn it. But he had missed Nick...

 

[KillGill]

Nick sank back into his chair. He let out a soft giggle once Dallas had confessed him missing Nick. "Dallas, you understand I have a girlfriend right?" He continued giggling. "Dallas, if this is the case we really need to get you a girlfriend." He cracked Dallas a smile. The movie was one of those low budget 80's B movies that Nick couldn't help but love. The over the top fake blood and guts always made him crack up. They were just so fun and inviting to watch.

 

[Melix]

"I don't want a girlfriend," said Dallas. "I'm practically married to my job, in any case." He sighed, settling back onto the couch he'd been sitting on for the last several minutes, feeling lonely. He'd been shot down again-- and from what Nick had said, Nick probably knew (this time) that Dallas was gay for him. Oh, well. As long as he kept letting Dallas hang around, why not take advantage of that? On-screen, some blonde girl with huge boobs was getting slaughtered, fake blood and guts going everywhere. She'd be kinda hot, if she were alive, and Dallas were into that. That's not what a professional killing looks like, he thought. It wasn't even close. Nick seemed to eat this stuff up, but it just gave Dallas a headache. "Where is your girl, anyway? No offense, but it's kind of c***py to leave you here alone when you're sick. If I was your girl, I would not do that to you." That one went over Dallas's head as he watched the fake gore go on. He was just making conversation.

 

[KillGill]

"Well Marnie went off to some businesses trip in Chicago, she won't be back until Sunday. I agree its a shitty choice but what else is there to do? And you know who else says they're married to their job? forty year old virgins." He shot Dallas another smile, nothing prided Nick more then finding funny and casual ways to insult Dallas. "Anyway how is your job?" Dallas had a look on his face, he couldn't decipher what he was thinking, but it was an uncanny sight to look at.

 

[Melix]

"Sucky. Awful. The worst thing you could possibly imagine doing- I would literally rather shovel elephant crap than have this job." He was completely disgusted with this life and this movie and this conversation. Good thing work paid well. "Really? Chicago? Dude, no self-respecting boss books a business trip in Chicago. How many pairs of underwear did she pack, huh? She's probably cheating on you." He was just joshing around, but Dallas knew a thing or two about cheating spouses and lovers. He'd killed a couple of them and their mistresses before, and he was going to kill more before he retired. It was one of only a few things that stayed constant throughout his work, other than the police basically being complete screw-ups. "You should check her internet search history. If she cleared it, there's definitely something she doesn't want you to see."

 

[KillGill]

"Man, don't say shit like that you know Marnie isn't that type of girl." He spoke under his breath, he really wasn't sure of what Marnie was really doing in Chicago. Was she doing stuff like that? Nick quickly shook the thought off and returned his eyes to Dallas's expression. "You okay man? You have a particular look on your face"

 

[Melix]

"This movie is really, really bad," Dallas enunciated, as if Nick didn't get it. "Not even the good kind of bad, that you can make fun of and have fun with." He knew he was being super-negative, but he didn't like being reminded of work when he was trying to relax. If he'd had his way, he would never have to think about work at all. "I feel kind of sick." He shot up, running into the bathroom and closing the door. Sitting down on the floor, he banged his head on Nick's sink until he felt better. When all else fails, kill a few brain cells. It was his own, personal remedy. It was a few moments until he recognized the sound of a ringing throwaway phone. Had he actually grabbed that from the house? He hadn't meant to. Holding it up to the light, he flipped it open, but the caller had already hung up and had left a simple text message, as was the Ison Company's M.O.


He opened it and frowned. The face looked familiar...and then he screamed when he noticed the background. It was Nick. And the photo of him was taken from inside the house.

 

[KillGill]

Nick had searched through the plastic bag only to find a fortune cookie, which he quickly devoured. "The world may be your oyster, but that does not mean you will achieve its pearl" he tossed the fortune cookie paper onto the floor. "Such bullshit." he shot up in alert when he heard Dallas's scream. "Dallas...you okay...?" He gently knocked on the bathroom door, seeing if Dallas was in any form of trouble.

 

[Melix]

"Die. Die. Die." Dallas was currently attempting to flush the phone down the toilet, yelling out profanities with each pull of the silver crank. Like a ship cast against the rocks of singing sirens (but much less pretty to look at), the phone slammed against the porcelain sides and cracked into little technological chips. It wasn't too long before he was crying. Someone had put a hit out on Nick. What had Nick ever done to deserve that? He slammed open the door, hurrying to check that his friend was okay, but the look on Nick's face told him everything he needed to know: Nick was fine, and Dallas wasn't. He was going to have to explain himself and his tear covered face. "Um...my coworker sent me a picture of a sixty-year-old fat man in a thong." Okay, that works. "Please hug me."

 

[KillGill]

"Why the hell would he do that? Come here big guy," He wrapped Dallas around in a warm hug. "Ya wanna watch another movie?" he spoke in a soft yet groggy voice, his cold was enough to make him lose his voice.He knew that wasn't what happened, but it wasn't worth bothering Dallas for. Something was wrong, he knew Dallas, but what could it be?

 

[Melix]

Dallas let his head rest on Nick's shoulder, scanning the room around him for hiding places. That was when he noticed the shelf in the photo had been moved across the room; the photo was taken from before Nick moved it, clearly. That had been months ago. Thank God. There didn't appear to be anyone in the house at that particular moment, but that didn't mean Nick was quite out of danger yet. Dallas was very aware that by flushing the phone, he'd set himself back, and if he didn't take the job, someone else would. And someone else would kill Nick for sure.


He needed to get to the mall's phone store. And he needed Nick to be by him. And-- ugh-- he was going to have to find a weapon. This entire situation was complete crud. "Hey, uh...I'm going to the phone store. And you're coming with me." He was scanning the room for something sharp-- the glint of a butcher knife in the kitchen reminded him where he was. "Alright," he said, going over to pocket it. "Let's go."

 

[KillGill]

Nick was worried, what had gotten into Dallas? "Dallas the hell did you do to your phone? And there is no way in hell im leaving this house with this cold." he seemed on edge, "Dallas you sure everything is okay? You seem a little....tense." He walked Dallas over to the living room, he seemed defiant, it wasn't like him to act like this.

 

[Melix]

"Really? Okay," said Dallas, at the comment about them leaving. He pulled out the knife, sliding it back and forth in his hand, making a decision. "Come with me," he said again, pointing the knife at Nick. So subtle, and yet threats were always so effective. He hated threatening Nick, but the fear of losing him was so much greater. At this point, he'd do what needed to be done to save Nick's life. "I flushed my phone down the toilet." The change of scenery did nothing for his nerves. "And I need you to come with me to get a new one." Nick was not dying on his watch.

 

[KillGill]

Nick was really scared now. "The hell man!?!" It wasn't like Dallas to pull a knife out on Nick, Hell it wasn't like any sane person to do that."Let me go get dressed..okay?" His voice was weak and shaky. He swallowed the saliva built up in his mouth and gently nodded to Dallas. "Okay..?" The hell had gotten into Dallas? Was he on full break down? Maybe it was just all a joke or misunderstanding. He slowly scuffled Through the living room, grabbing his cellphone from the living room table as secretly as possible.


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[Melix]

“You don’t have to be scared,” said Dallas, leaning in the doorway to the kitchen. It was hard to not be quiet once you were trained as an assassin. He saw Nick pocketing something, but he couldn’t tell from the shape what it was. “By the way, you should grab your cell phone,” he said. “It’ll be a lot safer for both of us if you have it on you. I’d prefer not to get the police involved, but what he have to do, we have to do.” Nick’s mumbled comments about changing clothes passed right through him. “Sure. Grab what you can. We’re not coming back to the apartment for a while.” He grinned lightly, thinking maybe they could have an adventure for once (even though they were in a scary situation), unaware that this made him look like the Joker from Batman. Just a little. “I’ll explain what’s going on in the taxi.”