Series: The Celebrity Assassin

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Raul smirked as he stood over the bloodied body of the hunky college freshman, his piercing blue eyes looking shocked and glazed over at the javelin that was lodged in his chest. Raul had arrived in America a few days especially to seek out this stud, who had got way in over his head with debts owed to nasty people and had now paid the ultimate price for his stupidity. It had been Raul’s 87th kill and whilst not particularly memorable, it had been fun.

Known as ‘The Assassin’, Raul was the most revered hitman in the world. He was the guy you went to when you really wanted someone to suffer in death. Sadistic and creative, he tailored each murder especially to his victims, giving them the personal touch. He showed no mercy and was relentlessly brutal. If you were on Raul’s hit-list, you faced an agonising end. He was often contracted by people, such as the people who had hired him to snuff out the life of this unfortunate college jock. And after 87 deaths, he had never been caught.

Until today.

It was a rookie mistake and Raul was furious with himself after accidentally brushing the door handle and leaving fingerprints. That very same night, police swarmed his hotel and he was taken in until he confessed to the murder. It didn’t take the police long to deduce that this was the serial killer who had travelled the world, wreaking havoc. Raul knew he faced a very strict sentence and, whilst he didn’t fear prison or even death, he was more gutted at the fact that plenty of deserving guys would now get away never getting their karma. He didn’t kill for the money, he killed for the lust and enjoyment and now that was over.

He had been in prison about a week when he was escorted to a secret underground headquarters, leaving him confused. He hadn’t even been put on trial yet and he wondered if he was being taken to be executed. Instead, he found himself in a plush office being sat down by a man in a suit. He was clearly important as he was heavily guarded. Raul smirked – clearly they feared his presence here.

‘I won’t lie to you, Raul,’ the man said, getting straight to the point. ‘You’re in a lot of shit... you’re facing a life sentence and possible execution. The whole world hates your guts. You’re a sick, fucked up man.’

Raul nodded, almost as if he was receiving a compliment.

‘But we can make that all go away.’

Raul looked up suddenly – he hadn’t been expecting that! Were they actually going to make a deal with a brutal serial killer?

‘I can’t give you many details about our organisation, but needless to say we have a lot of influence on the courts and the police... we are in a position to secure your release, but we need you to do something in return.

‘Name your price,’ said Raul.

‘You’re the greatest serial killer this world has ever seen... and we want to use that. We don’t like the way the world is going, Raul. It’s superficial, it’s fake... people’s idols aren’t selfless figures, they’re vain, narcissistic celebrities who are everywhere we go. They’re destroying this world and we want them gone.’

Raul was listening intently. He was liking where this was going...

‘We’ve declared an order... we’ve ordered the eradication of all male celebrities. We’re starting with the males first as we know they’re your speciality. No celebrity is too big or small. Every celebrity has a following or fanbase of some sort and we want you to travel across the world to find them. We want it to be discreet, we don’t want other people catching on. But you can deliver whatever punishments you think the celebrity deserves... as long as they don’t survive the encounter.’

Raul couldn’t believe he was hearing this. Was he really avoiding a long sentence in return for doing what he loved most?! He had always wanted to eradicate some of the celebrities that walked the Earth but had always deemed it too risky.

‘Anything you need on this end, we can provide... we have influence over all security, weaponry and anything else you need. We’re going to officially announce your execution, so nobody will even know you’re alive. After each kill, report back to us so we can make a log of it. If we receive word that you’re not doing your job, you’ll return to prison.’

‘Oh believe me, I’ll do my job...’

His heart was pounding. He couldn’t wait to get started.

‘We’ll leave the expertise up to you then,’ the mysterious man said. ‘Show no mercy, Celebrity Assassin.’

It was as simple as that. With one final handshake, Raul’s future was secured. Two days later, his execution was announced. Celebrities across the world saw it on TV and cheered, delighted that such a sick fucker had met his maker.

They had no idea that that very same sick fucker had just been released, and was making his way towards them...

Let me know which celebrities you want him to deal with first – no celebrity too big or small! And if you want them to meet their maker in a particular way let me know!
 
First - awesome plot!

Several ideas:
Jude Law
Ryan Philippe
James Franco

Make them as erotic as possible. Incorporating their feet somehow - even if it's just them losing a shoe in the struggle!

Look forward to what you come up with!
 
I like this idea.

Please kill Kanye West or any of the guys from One Direction. Kanye is an ass, and both his music and One Direction's music is total crap. I'd also love to see Lil Wayne's head on a stick.

Most of the famous people I have the hots for are musicians from various metal bands and not really 'celebrities' so I'm just suggesting artists whom I think make terrible music.
 
Chris Evans
Chris Pine
Justin Bieber
Justin Timberlake
Cam Gigandet
Kellan Litz
Hugh Jackman
Ryan Phillippe
Hugh Dancy
Channing Tatum

The involvement of feet/socks/losing shoes is all very appreciated! :D
 
1. Chris Evans

Raul didn't waste much time. He had been incarcerated for weeks and his hunger to get out there and snuff out the lives of deserving studs was greater than ever. He started off by doing extensive research. He had always hated the celebrity culture and already had a few names he knew would be on his hit-list, but wanted to find more. His research soon led him to a particular name and as soon as he saw who it was, Raul knew he would have to be his first celebrity kill.

The unfortunate guy was Captain America hunk Chris Evans. Raul was immediately drawn to the guy's massive frame - his arms were like tree trunks and he had clearly devoted his whole life to maintaining a large build. Raul was immediately turned on by the idea of eradicating a man twice his size. It would be Chris' brawn against Raul's sadistic brain and he knew who was going to come out on top.

Using the organisation's equipment and contacts, Raul was able to track down Chris and found that he attended his own private gym every day. The organisation was able to get Raul a job as Chris' driver to take him to the gym. Raul spent several days planning his strategy and orchestrating exactly how an oblivious Chris would meet his doom, before finally the big day came.

Pulling up outside Chris' house, Raul couldn't believe it when he saw the hunk in the flesh. He was even more ripped than in his photos. His tight grey t-shirt clung to his frame as Chris ruffled his blond locks, unaware he was leaving his house for the final time. He jumped in the car, casually greeting his soon-to-be murderer before they drove off towards the gym.

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They made small talk in the car with Raul complimenting Chris' build and asking him about a typical workout. Chris seemed like a nice enough guy, more interested in the gym for fitness rather than vanity reasons. Still, it wouldn't stop him meeting his grisly fate.

They pulled up outside the gym and Chris thanked Raul before going to jump out.

'Actually, mind if I take a look inside?' Raul asked. 'I'm interested to see what it's like.'

'Sure,' Chris said with a nod, looking slightly confused. He led Raul in, opening the door and showing him the plush facilities he had at his disposal. Chris guided Raul round each of the equipment in turn, until they reached the weightlifting section. Chris furrowed his brow as he approached one of the machines. It was a normal bench, with a huge circular weight dangling above it. The weight had two bars on either side.

'That's odd,' Chris said. 'That's not normally here...'

Click! Raul pressed the small gun into Chris' back, causing him to go stiff, his eyes darting suddenly.

'What the fuck-?'

'Now Chris,' Raul said. 'If you do everything correctly, there's no reason why you can't get out of this alive.'

'Listen,' Chris said, a tinge of nervousness in his voice. 'If it's money you want...'

'No money,' Raul answered. 'I want you to lie down on that bench. We had the machine installed here yesterday. Go on.'

Chris was hesitant. 'What is this?'

Raul pressed the gun deep into Chris' back. The movie star did not need telling twice. Beads of sweat were visible on his forehead as he moved towards the machine, lying down so his head was right underneath the gigantic weight.

'You reckon you're the fitness god,' Raul said. 'So your strength is going to determine whether you get out of this alive.'

With no warning, he fired the gun at the rope which was holding the weight up. Chris' reflexes were quick and he immediately grabbed the bars to stop the weight smashing and flattening his good looking face. His arms bulged and he grunted as he struggled to keep the weight up. It was clearly incredibly heavy and a lesser man than Chris would have had their skull flattened by now.

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Chris' whole body was starting to quiver and his face was going red as he continued to hold the weight up. Raul was impressed. He knew Chris was strong but hadn't expected him to last this long.

'I've played your sick little game,' Chris gasped, barely with the strength to speak. 'Now let me go!'

'Sure,' Raul said, before bringing his foot up to Chris' crotch and ramming it into his balls. Chris shrieked from the pain and immediately lost his grip. He didn't even have time to scream before the weight smashed down onto his face. Raul heard the crack of his skull as the unbelievably heavy weight smashed into his smouldering looks. Chris' body twitched for a second then lay completely still.

'Oh sorry,' Raul callously taunted to his body. 'I thought you said 'let go'.'

Raul made a phone call and several men from the organisation arrived, helping to shift the gigantic weight. Chris' perfect body was still in pristine condition but his face was a mangled, bloody mess. Raul took a photograph to send back to the mysterious man as proof. The organisation would incinerate Chris' body.

Raul couldn't help but smile as he hopped back into the car. There was one less celebrity in the world, and plenty more would be following right behind Chris...
 
2. Ryan Phillipe

Raul sat in the car for a while, thinking about the life he had just brutally snuffed out. He had missed this so much! As it happened though, today was going to be Raul's lucky day. Just as he was about to pull away, another car pulled up at the gym. Pausing for a second, Raul watched as a figure he recognised stepped out - Ryan Phillipe.

Raul knew him from his research and he had marked him down as someone on his hit-list. Now, here he was right in front of him! Raul watched him for a moment, savouring his boyish good looks and hunky body which was exposed through Ryan wearing a tight-fitting white vest. Ryan peered through the door of the gym, then walked over to Raul's car. Raul wound down the window to speak to him.

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'Hey buddy,' Ryan said. 'Did you drive Chris Evans here? We were supposed to meet for a gym session but it's all locked up.'

Raul nodded. 'Yeah we were getting some hassle from photographers so Chris locked the place up while he works out. He told me to wait out here for you so I can let you in.'

'Sweet,' said Ryan as Raul got out of the car and took the keys out to the gym. He unlocked the door and led Ryan inside, flicking the light on as they went in.

'Place looks deserted,' a confused Ryan said, as he had a quick look round for his mate. As Ryan snooped round, Raul sneaked into the changing rooms and switched the shower on. When Ryan arrived there, he assumed Chris must be in the shower so shrugged his shoulders and started preparing for his workout. Raul watched closely as Ryan unpacked his bag. He knew he had to think on his feet for how he was going to murder this stud, as he hadn't been prepared for it.

When Ryan unpacked his towel, Raul seized his chance. Just as Ryan turned round, Raul picked it up, tightened it and quickly brought it down across Ryan's neck, using it to drag the horrified hunk towards him. Ryan's eyes widened in terror as he found himself unable to breathe. He struggled, letting out muffled screams as he fought for his life. He could feel things going blurry and the Hollywood star knew if he didn't do something fast he was a dead man.

As they scuffled, Ryan's feet slipped out of his loose shoes and he kicked one of his feet backwards into Raul's stomach. Ryan was a strong man and Raul lost his grip. Rubbing his sore neck, a weakened Ryan ran towards the showers.

'Chris call the police!' he weakly croaked as he ran into the shower, only to find it was empty. 'Fuck.'

Ryan spun around. He was now boxed in the shower, which spat water out at him, soaking him from head to toe. Standing in front of him was Raul, a menacing smile on his face. He did not take kindly to his victims trying to escape.

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His feet squelching on the floor, Ryan knew his only chance of survival was to make a break for it, but the slippery floor caused him to tumble over, smashing his face against the ground and breaking his nose which caused his features to be caked in blood. In agony, he lifted his face up to see Raul lowering himself down, pinning Ryan to the floor by sitting on him. The towel was in his hands.

'I'll finish what I started, shall I?' Raul chillingly said.

'No... please...' Ryan weakly begged as the towel was pressed onto his throat. Ryan squirmed and writhed but this time there was truly no escape. He squirmed a little more before his brain was completely starved of oxygen and his eyes bulged. His tongue poked out and dribble exuded from his mouth.

'Not such a pretty boy now,' Raul taunted, standing up. He took pictures then phoned the organisation to come and deal with Ryan's body.

Two in one day, he was on a roll...
 
might want an older star, Clint Eastwood or some other star than can be hanged dressed like he was in a western. perhaps even one of the actors in prison break or another prison series getting executed by him in the way they would have died as a condemned convict of the time and setting of the prison movie or series they were in.
 
Awesome .. Two hot guys down. Thanks for including the feet.

I would love to be the clean up guys.
 
image.jpgimage.jpgChris Hemsworth would be an awesome next victim. Maybe raul could skin him alive or torture him slowly, paying particular attention to his big pecs and biceps?
 
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