You can wait all your life and know it'll happen. Even though you only have to wait one day.
Jason needed it to happen though. He was killer, he was reborn at night. The Phoenix was his nickname. He'd sleep at daybreak in a room with no windows, no lights, and a door with plastic around all the edges, if those vents in his room stopped working, he may have suffocated.
The one above his head
To his left
To his right
They kept him living, he blessed the man who invented vents each morning.
Well, each night, I guess. He had another job, and the Phoenix loved jobs. He lived for the night, he died for his jobs, and each night, he'd be reborn, ready to die for the next job, it was an endless cycle, only one that Jason could perform.
Tonight, his target was much odder than usual. He was employed by a man called Mint. Why was he called Mint? He liked the word, and that's all you ever needed to know.
He was British, it probably explained why, but no one ever asked, it'd like asking a man to signature and date his death certificate for three seconds after you asked ... at the most.
His target tonight could fight back, he knew Jason was coming, The Phoenix loved these jobs, they were why he died twice as hard. Whenever he was reborn, he wished twice as hard for these kind of jobs.
I mean, people like old Dr. Sain were fun and all, Senator Kent and his wife Lyndis were fine too, but they didn't know, they just deserved it.
Dr. Sain was a gynecologist, he was in his late twenties, the girls were just out of high school. One was Mint's daughter.
Whoops.
The Senator and Lyndis? They were given one year to pay back for the election they stole. That she whored herself out for her husband to win, to pass the bill that ensured them millions of dollars through lies, closed doors, scandals.
They were actually perfect for Mint's organization, except for one thing.
They never paid him back. That job was two nights ago, last night's ... let's not get into the details shall we?
Jason was after "Thijs de Vlieger" tonight, or well, that was the name he went by, only he could pronounce it though in the ignorance infested part of town he lived in, so for the sake of time, we'll call him TJ ok?
TJ was a high class bodyguard, he got axed two days ago, due to an unexpected death of his employer. Ringing any bells class? I sure hope so.
Oh but TJ knew it was no accident, a simultaneous heart attack? Bollocks, idiocy, stupidity, ugh, it was a cover-up, and he knew only one man could get past him in the dead of night. Even though no one knew how he was always so invisible.
Maybe it was Jason's skin, he was albino, but a beautiful man, if you can muster the thought.
From his feet to his hair, his pecks to his triceps, he was every inch of man a woman would ever want. And eight inches of man where woman really care.
Oh wait, and a half, Jason never forgot about that half.
His eyes were So dark though, no one got it, when he was young the doctors said it had to do with the genetics, for some reason, his eyes were darker green than the stone of may, and twice as beautiful. Five times worth the money (especially to Mint) and Ten times worth dying over (and so many did).
He hid in shadows like the doctor ordered, never be in full light.
Meet me at night.
Never during the day.
Don't risk it.
Jason loved his doctor, she was a natural brunette with perfect curls that she never even had to make herself, she simply would shower her perfect body every morning, put on a slight hint of makeup, and go to work, perfect.
Absolutely perfect. At the same Hospital as Dr. Sain. She knew who did it, only one man would've cared to kill him, and could've gotten through the security, the man that had her heart, and gave her mind blowing .... sorry, off track again.
Tonight he had to go to 7758 Servant Drive.
It was too good of a place to call road or street, that's why TJ worked there. Only the best.
You see, according to inside reports (highly classified), TJ was putting together a case, stupid bastard said he had a special project to his partner, that he'd be all over the news for it.
Mint knew that night, let's say his ears are a bit farther than on the edges of his head. Getting the other bodyguard's were hardly a challenge.
So now it was The Phoenix's time to shine, to glow, to show, to die again, so he could go to sleep after reporting to the only man that realized his full potential. Mint would be smiling by the end of the night, like he always did.
Jason was in front of the building, and had a sniper ... it was too easy ... why was it so easy, TJ, right there in the crosshairs ... he just took off his glasses ... he's looking right at you Jason, you better shoot.
Miss, it missed, he never missed, given he'd only fired a sniper at a real person twice, and they weren't TJ's, but he hated missing.
He was out of the tree faster than you could say the word. He was in the shadows outside the wall, the fortified fortress wall of 7758 Servant Drive.
Two gates, he knew TJ would have eyes on both, but still just one at a time.
He took out a flash, the easiest trick in the book, thrown over to the west gate he sprinted to the east, he exploded and four bullets rang.
Two men died,
Three bullets hit,
... Shit, Jason hit the wrong heads ... one may have been a lackey of Mint too, a cost worth paying for TJ's death, it's not like he hadn't killed some before ... on accident ... i swear. (Even though Dill and Tommy always did have big mouths... it was still an accident ... i swear).
He was hit too, the trajectory was off though, he collected his thoughts and determined this ... a double, that's how he looked at the tree, the real TJ was on the roof, that clever bastard.
Poor stunt double though, not a job i'd pay to work as.
So he scurried off along the edges. TJ wouldn't move, he was unbeatable, he'd saved countless lives by taking others first, he was a hero in the eyes of his employers
Only the best.
The Phoenix had to die though, he had to die twice as hard, no, TJ was worth five deaths, at least five knife slashes, bullets to the head, beheadings, whatever floats your boat.
Except drowning, Jason hated that kind of death, it was the only time he ever disobeyed Mint.
But hey, Jason's special, he was the only person that the gun ever locked up on, a sign from god? To spare a natural born killer? It was that night the Mint forgave someone, not even his mother got that honor.
How dare she let his father beat him, how dare she.
But back to the story at hand, TJ was invincible, no one, no one, no one, no one could kill him.
Sorry TJ, you got targeted by the Phoenix.
He can't die until he's completed his purpose. He has to be reborn, but he has to die first. Sorry TJ.
The bullet came suddenly, it grazed his head, split cinders in his hair, it missed on purpose, it was Jason's signature shot, you had to stare into his eyes, then you'd die. He could only kill a man looking at him, no matter how dangerous or important they were. It's not like they were quick enough to do anything.
Poor TJ, your brain is all over the roof, your employer won't be happy. At least he'll get a refund, at least.
Now Jason can die again, he told Mint he succeeded, and Mint smiled, like he always did.
Another night ends, and another Sun rises, and The Phoenix will be reborn, he just has to wait a lifetime called day, with three vents keeping him alive.
The one above his head
To his left
To his right
Let's hope they never shut off.
