He's a wolf in disguise [Devon]

[masonkitkeller]

That boy is a
monster

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Mason was a lucky little girl. She had a sort of fairy tale life, expect instead of a fairy god mother....she had a half brother. Mason owed Devon a lot, he was providing a great home and a chance to feel what it was like to be on her own. Since the boy was almost always working, not like she was complaining. They had their family time together, on chat and dinners. One of the best dinners was when she got to ride on his bike to go get pizza.

At the moment Mason was wandering around the house, doing some chores. And poking around a little bit. The girl was curious and she was surprised that it never got her into a lot of trouble. Since curiosity killed that cat. But she wasn't a cat now was she?

Mason bit her lip as she came across one of the closets of the house. She hadn't looked in there yet, and it was always fun to see what people kept in them. So opening the door she peeked in, and turned on the overhead light. Not a lot was there, some shoe boxes and a metal box that had a lock that was opened. "What's in here?"she muttered, as she reached out grabbing it. Slowly Mason opened the box and couldn't help but gasp. It was a gun, why did Devon have a gun?

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[DEVON R. COUTURE]

Having Mason around was great. She was a good kid, and was quiet; never had friends over without asking. Never tried to drink or anything. It was great. Though, since Devon's occupation involved guns, blood, and, well, murder. He loved the job though, as bad as it was, or could be. Jail wasn't so bad though, besides the countless assholes in there...

Thankfully, he had the night off and was bringing pizza home for the both of them. Parking the Corvette in the garage, he climbed out and grabbed the pizza before closing the door and walking in the house, "Yo, Mas?" He called, glancing around. Oddly quiet, even for Mason. Setting the pizza on the dinner table, he glanced around, eyes narrowing. Oh, God, she was in his gun closet.

Walking over, he made a face. "Mmm, found my revolver, huh?" He asked, realizing he hadn't really locked the box it was in. The previous night had been a very long one, and when he got home at 4am , the last thing he cared to do was put stuff away and lock it up. At least there was no blood on it, this time. That would've sucked even more. Pistol whipping seemed to do more harm than actually shooting the asshole.

What was he even supposed to say?

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[masonkitkeller]

Mason turned around as Devon came home, and walked to where she was. she gently put down the box, and pushed back some of her hair. "Devon." she said softly. 'Why do you have a gun?"she asked.

Mason looked him square in the eye, hands on her hips. "I mean....what do you need a gun for?"this was all so confusing. What was he doing at night? actually, what the hell was his job. So many questions.

[DEVON R. COUTURE]

How to answer that? With a sigh, he shrugged. "Uhm," after a moment, he ran his fingers through his hair. "Alright, look. I work for Jimmy Noir. And...not at the strip club. I'm actually a hit man," He explained. Devon had always thought saying it would be easy. But that was...definitely not easy.

"I have a lot more than that gun, too." He said, pulling out the one from the small of his back, "More in my room, some in my safe. I have a lot of enemies, and a lot of problems. I love what I do though, and I can keep you, your family, and my friends safe. There's a lot of things people don't know, and absolutely cannot know. I expect you to not tell anyone." Devon said, putting the gun back against the small of his back.

"Just know, you won't ever get put in danger. But that is what I do, it's why I have so much money....it's just what I do, it's my job, I can't see myself doing anything else. Please though, don't be scared. I may be a monster to a lot of people, but I do what the cops cannot do." Devon fell silent, hoping that she wouldn't be scared. It was a weird situation. Having an older brother that was, ... a murderer.

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[masonkitkeller]

Mason stood up as he explained himself, it made sense. She supposed. she watched him as he kept talking, thinking and processing what he was saying in her head. So in short and simple terms, her brother killed people for money.....and she still loved him.

"Dev it's ok I understand,'she said as she took a step towards him, and hugged him. "Don't worry about it." she said smiling at him. "I'm good at keeping secrets." Her stomach rumbled as she smelled the pizza. "Good you brought dinner, I'm starving."

[DEVON R. COUTURE]

Devon narrowed his eyes. She...didn't care? Honestly, that freaked him out a little. Most people would've called the cops, or something. "..are you sure? You do realize what is involved, right?" He mumbled, watching her carefully. Not that he wanted to really do anything drastic, but if he had too...he would. "I'm kinda surprised you didn't figure it out, how did you think I had all this money?"

Though, if she was okay with it, he wasn't going to push it. "Uh, yeah, all yours. I already ate." Devon said with a shrug, turning on his heel and walked to the fridge, grabbing a beer and opening it, still processing what had just really happened. Most 16 year olds would've ran out screaming, finding out their brother is a murderer. For money....a hit man. Plopping down on the couch, he kicked his feet up on the coffee table. ".....you sure you're okay?"

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[masonkitkeller]

It'd be lying to say Mason wasn't freaked out, but he was helping her and she didn't have a lot of room to complain. So she figured it was best, just to ignore his job description. 'I know what it is."she said as she walked out to get the pizza.' and I dunno, I always figured that it was something illegal though.'

She explained as she walked over to a chair in the living room and sat down. She looked at Devon as he asked her, once again if she really was ok with it. 'ok I am a bit freaked out.'she admitted shyly.

[DEVON R. COUTURE]

Devon chuckled. "You always thought I was into illegal stuff, huh? Like drug dealing?" He asked, taking a drink of his beer. That was actually kind of amusing, and probably less dangerous, too. Sighing, he turned the tv on and flipped through the channels. Nothing good but Cartoons were on.

"Well, I understand why you are. But don't be. I'm not a monster, just a sick man, I guess. It's not as bad as you think, if it wasn't for people like me, there'd be a lot more freaks on this earth." Which was true, but he knew it didn't really justify him killing people for money. In a weird way, it was a lot of fun. He had never gotten caught, and he planned to keep it that way.

"It isn't like this is what I'll do forever.....but for now, it pays well and pays the bills."

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[masonkitkeller]

Mason nodded as she continued to eat the pizza, listening to Devon and paying attention to the cartoon on. 'I just have no room to judge how you pay the bills."she said smiling at him. "I mean your house, your rules, your life, your job.' she shrugged. 'I have my own life too, and you don't try to barge into it so I stay out of yours.'