Okay Readers,

I just want everyone to understand that this is my first Fan Fic so don't turn me extra crispy with flames a little lee way would be nice other than that I hope you enjoy and I am planning on writing further soon. Please enjoy.

I dont own Sin City Frank Miller does so bug him not me.

Chapter 1-Mr Rain

Rain, rain has battered upon the body and souls of the people of sin city eroding their morals and washing away their guilt so that they can sleep at night believing that what they have done has always been and will never change. I count myself among those that have had the rain wash away these morals that once guided us to a better path, instead I am sitting in a bar waiting for a man to bring me my payment for ignoring the morals I once had and embracing the life of killing others for payment. I am Rain and I once knew right from wrong.

"Hey buddy you Rain." A nasally voice cut through my musings from a pencil thin man in a suit.

"Yes, where is my payment", my annoyance barely contained at having this man loudly addressing me by my first name.

The Pencil as I had named him took a step closer to get a better look, I had chosen my place at the bar specifically for the hazy smoke, effectively veiling my features from the various cess pit beings of the dingy establishment. The Pencil once close enough to see me began sizing me, I'm of an average build and height at 6'2 with a slim runners build. What caught his eye though were my clothes I wouldn't say that I'm a fashion plate but as the saying goes clothes do make the man. For this meeting I was wearing a three quarter black jacket, a black high collar Italian shirt along with black pants and matching shoes. Taking the seat next to me Pencil removed an envelope from his suit and slid it into the pocket of my jacket.

"Your payment for the job." The Pencil said as his hand returned to the scarred counter.

"Then I will take my leave."

Rising from the stool I made to leave the smoky alcohol soaked atmosphere of the bar for a much needed shower when the idiot grabbed my arm. My gaze quickly darted to the fingers grasping my arm then to the man that they were connected to, our eyes met briefly before the Pencil hastily removed his hand, averted his gaze and began to speak with a slight tremor I am sure he was hoping would go unnoticed, it did not.

"Mmy.. My employer has a new contract however the job must be done tonight."

"I do not offer my services twice in the same night, your employer knows this."

The Pencil visibly flinched from my tone of voice nervously licking his lips the man gathered what vestiges of courage he had and began to respond.

"My employer is willing to offer double your normal payment if you take this contract."

I grabbed Pencil's head and forced him to look into my eyes, I saw no deceit but that created more questions than answers 'Who was important enough to warrant double my hefty fee' looking once more at the Pencil I asked the all-important question.

"Details?"

I spent a further thirty minutes in the bar looking for all appearances to be nonchalant as I listened carefully to the details of my next contract from Pencil before setting off for my safe house to plan and gather the necessary items that I would need to complete the job. After satisfying my paranoia that I was not being followed I arrived at an average apartment door on the fourth floor of a non-descript converted warehouse placing the key in the keyhole I turned it three quarters before slamming it in hard. This would deactivate the booby trap on the front door so that I could enter the apartment safely, you could never too careful.

One word could be used to describe my safe house "sparse", the apartment consisted of a queen sized bed, a desk and laptop, a trunk and a bathroom. The room held no personal items or pictures meaning no evidence if the safe house was ever compromised gathering an identical set of clothing from the trunk I went to the bathroom to shower and change.

Like everything in my life I was methodical about showers and grooming my shower lasted three minutes enough time to remove the smell of smoke from my body I then quickly took stock of my appearance in the mirror. Looking back at me was my own pale face, pronounced cheekbones and sharp jaw my combed back black hair and cold grey eyes, the only defining feature on my face was a scar running down from my bottom lip almost reaching my chin.

Changing into my clean clothes I began to prepare for my contract I was to dispose of a double dealing cop who had started to take money from certain mafia families to look the other way to their incursions into Old Town. He was slated to do a patrol of Old Town tonight where he would meet his contacts and payment, my job was to dispose of both.

Reaching into my trunk I removed a 1911 GSG with a silencer already attached placing the weapon on the bed I reached back into my trunk and removed my back-up a SP22 M3 placing this beside the 1911 I closed the trunk. Looking at my weapons the light danced across their dull black frames reaching out I carefully stroked them almost like a lover I slid the two weapons into the holsters on the sides of my ribs their cold weight giving me shivers, a ripple of excitement.

I double checked my clothes and weapons before leaving the safe house and re- activating the booby trapped door before making my way back to ground floor. As I stepped out of the building the ever present dark clouds that hung over the city began to let loose their rain, I stood there for a moment the water beating my pale face. I stood there slowly letting the rain wash away my doubts and anxiety allowing a calm to settle in where those emotions once resided looking down I watched as my morals followed the same course as the water both flowing into the gutter and washing into the sewer.

Shaking my head I tore myself away from my musing and set off for Old Town my target was waiting and I could not disappoint,t my only companion on this walk was my thoughts and the rain which washes away everything.

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- Silence