Another idea that just sort of came to me... I have big plans for this when I come back to it…
It's written in drama format as though it were to be performed as a TV show or on stage. Although the different acts/parts seem to be separate, most of the storylines will connect and blend together as the plot develops. Trust me, everything is linked together.
It's a dark, autumn, Sunday night in Bellicoso; an average-sized city on a bay. The clouds overhead show signs of rain as the city has finally started to quiet down. The people are preparing for bed with dread of the Monday morning that awaits them in a few hours. Meanwhile across town, a darkly-dressed figure under a hood silently taps its foot in impatience. Whilst gazing out into the dark unknown waters, the figure is apparently in as deep thought as the waves before it. After a few moments of dead silence, another figure makes its arrival known with a simple "a-hem." The first figure suddenly snaps around to assure themselves of the identity of the new visitor. Seemingly satisfied, a malicious grin spreads across the figure's face as he recognizes his company.
Figure One: (Still grinning) I've been expecting you.
Figure Two: (Annoyed) I know, let's get this over with…
Figure One: Don't get pushy; you know you owe me this!
Figure Two: Whatever…
Figure One: (In a deep tone) Bellicoso cemetery would have been busy had it not been for me…
Figure Two: (Sighing) Yes, I am eternally grateful and all that happy crap! Let's just do this so I can get home and never have to see your repulsive face again!
Figure One: (Sarcastically) What's this? Do you not like me?
Figure Two: (Angrily) How could I possibly have any respect for you after what you've done? You have potentially ruined my life and any chance I've ever had at happiness in a matter of three nights! If anyone ever finds out about this I'll have to flee town! Change my name! Leave behind…
Figure One: (Interrupting) Shut your mouth you ungrateful little vermin! How dare you even think about mentioning that vile woman's name in my presence?
Figure Two: (Cackling) Do you really think your tantrums and threats scare me?
Figure One: They very well should considering your life is practically in my hands! Do you realize that I can easily have you disposed of as though you were a mere pest without as much as a bead of sweat on my brow?
Figure Two: (Arrogantly) Yeah, it must be pretty easy to have men at your disposal to honor your every request that you yourself are too cowardly to carry out yourself!
Figure One: (Furiously) You dare call me a coward?
Figure Two: As a matter of fact, I do!
Figure One: (Maniacally laughing to himself) You see, that is precisely the difference between you and I! While you hypocritically storm around town calling other people cowards, I take action and get things done!
(With one lightning-fast movement, the deep-voiced man retrieves a shiny silver blade from the pocket of his dark trench coat. Before the other figure can utter a syllable, the blade is buried deep into his chest without warning. The man in the trench coat hesitates to retrieve his weapon as he watches his victim's silent screams and thoroughly enjoys every minute of suffering. Satisfied with his kill, he removes the knife, wipes it with a cloth from his pocket, and exchanges the dirty rag for an envelope in his prey's jacket pocket. Feeling accomplished, he finally tosses the body into the bay and strolls away nonchalantly grinning as he grips onto the mysterious envelope for dear life.)