Title: A working man (Part 4)

Fandom: Reaper/Assassins

Pairing: none

Characters: The devil, Leon Frank Czolgosz, Giuseppe Zangara, Lee Harvey Oswald, John Wilkes Booth, Charles Guiteau, Samuel Byck

Rating: PG-13 (just to be safe, some adult themes)

Summary: The story of Leon Frank Czolgosz, the assassin of William McKinley and his return to hell.

Notes: If your curious about Todd feel free to look him up. His crimes were published in a 1840s serial called “The String of Pearls” as well as “The Newgate Calendar” his crimes later inspired Thomas Harris’s legendary and brilliant character, Hannibal Lecter.

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Larney Kirkwood walked in the Grey Wolf tavern; it was the first time he had been in since his recapture. He was a tall, muscular man. His great beard was neither well groomed nor tangled. Two grey eyes scanned over the patrons of the bar, he walked towards the back.

“Todd.” his voice was a deep baritone.

Todd lowered his paper and looked up at Kirkwood. He flashed the man a smile and motioned for him to sit down. Just because they were serial killers didn’t mean they had to be rude to one another, after all. That didn’t they didn’t brag about their death toll from time to time.

“So” said Todd, bright green eyes fixed on the man in front of him. “’Ow goes the twentieth centur-”

Kirkwood cut in. “Has Leon been in?”

He failed in hiding the contempt that crept in to his voice when he said the name.

“No, but I’ll tell you if ‘e does.”

So that meant that Leon really did sell Kirkwood out. Interesting.

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“What is it now, Booth?” The voice of Lee Harvey Oswald echoed in the small men’s room of the bar.

The small bar that the assassins called home had little places to meet in secrecy, the bed rooms were too small for a meeting and that left the men’s room as the only option. It was a small square shaped room with two sinks and three stalls. Zangara stood in the corner by the sink, he held a cold paper towel to a bright red ear.

“You all are aware, of Leon and Guiteau’s…therapy sessions.”

Nods and grunts of yes echoed.

“Then” he said slowly, using the same voice that he had during the night of conspiracy. “You are all aware that it must be stopped.”

Byck frowned. “Why should we care about Czolgosz’s personal life?”

“Because you fool, Leon is at a mentally weak state right now! If left alone maybe this optimistic phase would clear up!” Booth said, is temper rising. “But now that Guiteau is involved…”

“What do you mean?” said Zangara.

“If Guiteau’s happiness rubs off on Leon…We’ll have another Guiteau.”