"Mom! I'm going out. I'll come home late," the young boy shouted at the top of his voice and his mother winced at the sudden outburst.

"Why? It's a school night,"his mother reprimanded. There was a scowl etched on her face and the young boy's gaze faltered.

"There's a project coming up, mom. I'm working on it with my friend,"he replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

"This late? Couldn't you find any other better time?"his mother retorted, holding her hands on her hips.

"Mom, I- he was busy," the boy fumbled on his words.

"What's the project?"his mother enquired, raising her eyebrows.

"Uh... It's something about technology. I'm not completely sure,"he replied hesitantly.

"You're not sure?"she furrowed her brows in suspicion at her son. He shuffled under her never faltering gaze, and maintained the same demeanor.

"Yes mom,"he replied.

"Are you sure that it's for a project and nothing else?"

"Yes mom, trust me."he replied.

The young boy looked at his watch frantically and widened his eyes.

"Oh shit mom, I'm going to be late. I'll brief it to you later! Love ya!"he said as he exited out of the house with a devilish smirk etched on his face.

Fresh air filled his nose and he let out the biggest sigh ever.

A little fun isn't going to hurt.

Smirking slightly at what he was about to do, he looked at the receding puddles of water as he walked forward.

After taking a number of twists and turns, he reached the place he had anticipated from the morning.

Dark alleyways saturated with the undeniable stench of blood filled his nose as he entered his destination. Surveillance cameras were fit throughout the place in case something happened.

Clutching the bag tightly in his hand, the boy stepped up the alley nervously. Perspiration drenched his forehead and the sweat stain beneath his nylon shirt was beginning to widen as he felt his pupils dilate in trepidation.

Dinoysus club

The club at the far end of the dark alley illuminated at his arrival. It was as if it acknowledged the young boy's arrival.

Biting his lips, the boy entered the club. Instead of the bass that should have resonated in his ears along with the stripper's dancing along the sexy tune, he found nothing but broken bottles sprawled across the floor. Wine was spilled on the floor, and he could make out from the bottles that every one of them was expensive.

Portraits hung lifelessly on the bricked walls and it's shadow pierced the boy's heart. He felt at once repelled by the place he once begged to converge with.

He had been thinking that it was just a child's game, but never in the world he knew that it was a vicious game between life and death.

All his fantasies had evaporated the minute he saw the boss enter. An avancular looking man around his fifties appeared from thin air, and never did the boy think that such an innocent man could pass for a boss.

Usually, his bodyguards appeared to receive the cash, and this was the first time that great man had himself made a spectacular entrance.

"Is everything ready?"he questioned the young boy who looked visibly shaken at the boss's intimidating aura though he could have easily  passed for a businessman or even a saint.

"Yes sir," the boy replied, removing the straps of his bag from his shoulder. He zipped open his huge carrier, and in a hurry the contents spilled out.

"Here- oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry,"he hurriedly brought all the documents together from the ground. In the process, the broken bottles began to prick him and he winced at the pain, immediately muttering a quick sorry again.

"Be quick,"the mini version of Satan demanded, his voice deep and husky.

"Here they are,"the boy handed them over to him with shivering hands after gathering them up with his blood stained hands.

"Good. You'll receive your payment soon. You're allowed to go,"the boss said, and the boy nodded his head meekly in reply.

"Thank you sir. Can I ask a question?" the boy mustered up his courage to spill the words out.

"Do you want to die?"the boss retorted, glaring at the weak boy about to piss his pants.

"N-no s-sir,"he stuttered, his voice shaky.

"Then get lost."the boss said, before moving to his secret cubicle.

The boy gulped nervously and scurried away like an overgrown lost puppy.

That was really difficult

He replayed the day's incidents and let out an audible scream. The scream meant a bad connotation.

I made a mistake.

Those were not the documents. Those were his exam papers he wished to conceal from his mom's eyes. Somehow, he had mixed them up in the excitement.

And that excitement would soon cost his life.

As the boy trailed off with his thoughts, a hand clasped over his mouth. Widening his eyes in realization, he tried to scream but his voice was muffled and came out as a mere whimper of fright.

The texture of the hands which devoured the young boy's mouth was soft and the fingers were long and delicate like they belonged to that of a piano player. Not a trace of sin lingered on his fingers. They were in fact really soft and he knew that these ten fingers worked with dexterity.

He tried to remove the hands with his bulky figure, but every attempt was futile as it felt as if the killer's hand was glued to his mouth.

He felt something cold trace his jawline, and through his peripheral vision, he could make out that it was revolver. Gulping nervously, as he felt his Adam apple bob up and down, he begged to let him go with his eyes.

The sound of the trigger getting pulled filled his ears, and he closed his eyes.

I'm sorry mom.

As he uttered those words in his mind, he felt the texture of the revolver near his chest.

A bang reverberated in his heart, as the bullet pierced his vital organ, spluttering blood everywhere. The crimson liquid kissed every part of his body, and he slowly felt his life drift away from his fingertips. The beats of his heart were gradually getting slower. He screamed at the top of his voice, but his desperation yelled back at his perishable state.

There was nothing he could do.

Even thanos could not change anything with the seven stones. The young boy, even at his death bed thought of the time stone, as the blood flowed uncontrollably.

He let out another scream of agony, as the pain became more excruciating.

All his killer could hear was dead silence, for he was deaf. He just smirked evilly, and it was a smirk of satisfaction. It was an easy and vulnerable prey for him.

A white mask adorned his killer's face and that mask was the only thing the boy saw before blacking out and giving his life to the satan himself.

The killer looked at the lifeless body in front of him, and devoured the pleasurable sight in front of him.

Dipping his hand in the blood, he traced the droplets along his artificial skin. The semi red liquid covered half of his mask.

Suddenly, he averted his gaze towards the number of cameras fitted on top of the tall poles that recorded every movement of his. Taking the same gun that killed the boy, he shot the cameras one by one. Every bang emanated back to him like echolocation, and he filled his black mist of heart with a smile.

After the sinful act, he made a V sign with his fingers on his mask.

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I don't break hearts, I kill them.