Blood trickles along the linoleum tiled floor. Slam! The splintered bat cracks though the air before connecting with the near lifeless body. She lets out a shrill that would send goose bumps up the back of the dead.

"Shut up!" He yells out. Frustrated and exhausted, he wipes the sweat hanging on the edge of his brow with his free hand. The Louisville Slugger still in his right. It shouldn't have got this messy. Murder for Hire. It was suppose to be quick and easy. "I'm in, I'm out, I collect. But know you had to be difficult."

He lets out a chuckle. "I'll give it to you though," as he looks at the mangled body. "You had some fight in you." One severely battered limb still had enough strength to move the rest of the almost unrecognizable body smearing the white tiles. Now looking more pink than red or white. With one more crack of the bat it was over.

"What a mess. How am I going to clean this up?" His eyes scanning through the kitchen in search for a towel.

"I'll clean it up." She says while standing in the doorway to the kitchen. "Go back to your couch and your game."

"You remember our deal right?" he says as he slowly lifts himself from the floor. "I kill it, you fix me something to eat...and dessert later on upstairs."

"Is it dead?" as she tiptoes over to the deceased.

"Yea. Why couldn't you just use roach spray?", he says.

"That was the biggest cockroach I've ever seen. Spray wouldn't have killed that. It was ready to fight and that's what I got you for." She moistens a folded paper towel.

"Um uh," he mumbles with tight lips as if he was being used. "So that's all I'm good for huh?"

"No… You're good at mowing the grass too."