The man's screams had my ears ringing, who knew the human body could make such a noise. I said so to the figure beside me and they nodded looking almost as uneasy as I felt. Before us the man’s body twisted in irregular ways his eyes rolling back into his head as he tried to escape the pain. He kept crawling towards the doors, tears and snot running down his face, turning a washed out red when it met his blood. His hands clawed at the floor as his punisher dragged him back with a twisted smile. I knew it was dangerous having bloodthirsty violent men around for they had the tendency to fight first, talk later, but at times like this I was almost relieved I didn't have to deal out the punishment myself. The smell of singed flesh and alcohol hangs in the air, the man's screams growing weaker and weaker, his attempts to run almost none. I put my head back, closing my eyes before finally standing up pulling my own knife out of my sheath.
“Enough.”
My voice was foreign to me, bored and cold lined with steel, the voice of the man I wish I wasn't. A pair of hazel eyes narrow in my direction as their owner obeys and steps back, evidently annoyed I ended his fun early. In the silence my footsteps echo as I stalk towards the man tracing the sharp end of the knife with one finger, when I draw near he starts whimpering, begging for mercy. I hate when they do that. “Wow you look good,” My sarcasm makes him flinch, slowly I squat next to him twirling the knife in my hand, “ So, why did they do it? Why you?” I tilt my head and he shakes all over,
“No, please, I don't know what you're talking about, you got the wrong guy! I don't know anything!...” The man was shaking his head so violently he stumbled over his words, his brittle voice going shrill as he kept pleading. I take a closer look eyeing him up and down,
"I don't believe you..."
"It's true! It's true!"
I looked at him again, raising my brows and schooling my face into shock while turning towards hazel eyes,
“You're right! O my goodness!..How did we miss this?...” I put my free hand behind my head ignoring the sputters beside me, “Oh my lord, I, here,” I offer a hand up, “I am so sorry I have no words, I’ll call the hospital right away.”
“Thank you.” Voice full of relief he stops shaking, taking his hand in mine I pull him up, leaning into his ear I snarl my voice low and full of venom,
“Do you think I’m STUPID?” Nimbly I pull away yanking back his head and exposing his throat, in a fluid motion I bring my knife up and press against his jugular drawing a trickle of blood, then again in a roar, “DO YOU THINK IM STUPID?!” The whites of his eyes show as he struggles against the knife.
“No! Ok!..I’ll talk! I'm sorry, please don't kill me! just pl-!”
A shot rang through the alcove and the man with all my information died, just like that right in my hands.
Outside moonlight illuminated the city, brightening the corrupted stone streets and shedding light on every evil deed done in the dark. It seemed to know when less then good deeds entered your mind, and if you looked up you could feel it look back and reflect your soul. Cloaked figures with heavy pockets and a few to many drinks walked the streets with unsteady legs, while prostitutes leaned on doorways inviting them inside. Children young and desperate curled together in gutters and abandoned streets, moonlight gazing down softly and wrapping them in soft light as if pitying their misfortune. If the moon was like good then the mist was like evil trying to hide men's twisted ploys and shrouding those not wanting to be seen, this included the black clad figure frantically disabling their gun and tossing it into the alleyway below.
"Our men are out their searching right now..." I felt the hesitance in those words, my hands clenched at my sides knuckles turning white,
"But what?" My voice shook with checked anger, the knife begging to rip into flesh and dispel the growing aggravation in me. "But what? Huh? Could Possibly be the problem now? Our only lead to this stupid job just died, what could be worse then that?!
"Well, Sir or em Boss... It seems as though our, um, assailant has uh...." The man seems to visibly shrink in fear, "Disappeared..."
My eyes widen and my body goes still, shocked and perplexed I throw my knife towards the messenger anger stoked once again. It fly's past him nicking his ear and clattering to a stop somewhere in the dark. He hiss's in shock as he continues trying to explain everything before I blow, "It seems as though this plan was very thought out, no human DNA left behind, nothing askew or amiss, and everyone is accounted for. We have already hunted the streets but of the people we found nobody's talking..." I clench my hands and tense my body to the point of shaking, then I release all the tension while letting loose a hollow laugh.
"Ha!... Disappeared....So they think they can pull the wool over our eyes egh?" I muse over this, channeling my anger in a different direction. Suddenly my eyes brighten and I turn towards the soldier who shakes in his boots, "If we can't see and we can't feel then what's left?"
"Ummmmm...." His voice shakes while his brows quirk up, lips thinned into a straight line, "Well we can smell?"
"Correct!" I laugh it was so obvious now but he still looked confused, putting a hand to my forehead I sigh, "Bring out the dogs you imbecile" Understanding flashes across his face and he races outside to let everyone else know, shaking my head I mutter under my breath.
Lord have mercy.
They were bringing out the dogs, I had forgotten about the dogs. "You are such an idiot val!" I think to myself, of all the things I had calculated dogs was not one. Dipping out of view I stalked further and further away till I couldn't hear the voices of the men below me, after that I left all caution behind and ran as though my life depended on it, and it did. All because I forgot about their stupid dogs and I've herd too many nasty things about those beasts too quell my fear. Things like they wont stop tracking who they've smelt till the day they die and when they do find you there relentless and will attack till your dead. In all cases there's a lot of death, basically no hope. My only small guarantee of out running the dogs was the rain from earlier and the fact that I took the precaution of wearing clothes that weren't mine. Well also the painstaking cleaning I did before and after so none of my DNA was left behind, I even spent my money on gloves I would never wear again just so the gun was left spotless of my prints. At this point I was more annoyed then frightened, how dare their brilliant boss come up with such a good solution. Now instead of a job well done I may as well have butchered the whole mission even through I'm supposed to be a pro at what I do.
The cobble stone streets send bolts of pain with every step I take my legs still sore from waiting in one position for so long earlier. Swinging my arms I sprint as fast as I dare without fear of a fall, my main worry being putting as much distance as possible between me and the dogs. Buildings half standing loom over me, the moonlight cant reach me hear. Maybe in the end that is what brought around my demise, I wonder if in pain the moon turned away and refused to shed light on one so dark and dirty.
I've always had blood on my hands and that's never bothered me. But lately I fear I've been hanging with the locals too much for their stupid superstition about the moon seems have me cold to my core. Tonight for some reason the belief about the moon protecting and shedding light on those deemed good feels almost real especially now that I'm running for my life through unfamiliar dark alleyways. My breathing grows heavy while my legs tremble, it hurts, everything hurts but still I keep going, its either hurt a lot tomorrow or be dead tonight.
Finally I reach a point where my body refuses to work, my legs slow of there own accord and I resort to limping down the street. Screams of terror echo behind me as knock
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