Hired Again
The deadly shadow passed from one room to another, seeking it's way through the expensive furniture and numerous gentlemen in elegant costumes. Discussing, drinking, laughing, feasting...
But as the shadow passed by, one by one, they dropped on the floor. Inert, pale, bloody, dead.
One had a cut in the neck, the other had pins stuck in his skull.
Room by room, it killed all the faces he met, but which didn't had the chance to meet his. Fast as lightening, his speed remained the same. Hitting here, throwing pins there, not one could escape. The expressions on their faces, seeing their colleagues crumble on the floor, just before having the same treatment, made him smirk. Pathetic, he thought.
He only slowed down and stopped, when reaching a balcony, to turn around and contemplate his work. It offered him the view of a blood bath. Corpses lying everywhere, none in the mansion was still alive. None except him was still breathing.
In his dark and cold eyes one could see the reflect of the bloody scenery. But the gaze didn't change. It was still deadly, cold, hostile. No emotions came through. Nothing.
A soft but creepy melody raised from the room where he had last been. The automatic piano was playing a sad and melancholic but chaotic and agonizing requiem. It suited him perfectly.
A soft breeze lifted slightly his ebony hair, making him brush some locks away. His hands were clean and white, no evidence of murder were to be found on them.
Delicately, he reached to a pocket and grabbed a little cell-phone with which he emitted a signal to his family.
Mission accomplished.
Satisfied, or at least thinking he was, he turned around and jumped swiftly from the balcony. He landed on the alley of the great mansion and started walking away without looking back. He could still hear the melody playing. If you asked him, the picture was perfect.
He reached the non-guarded steal portal where two or three corpses laid. Still walking, he composed a number on the cell-phone. He waited a moment and when someone answered he just said:
"Please send the money within an hour. The job is done."
And hang up. The melody slowly fainted away when he walked away in a peaceful pace, as if nothing had happened.
"Papa, who was that?" Neon Nostrad asked. For once, she and her dad were spending some time together. But the call interrupted their interesting conversation about what treasure he was going to get her next. Pouting, she waited for the answer.
Nostrad clasped his hands together and sank into his thoughts about the hired killer.
And Neon just heard a faint voice:
"Illumi Zoaldyeck."
I just felt like writing this ^^. I actually like it! It has been a long time since I've written something. It's short, I know, but what else is there to say? Lol.
About the spelling of Illumi's name, I just found it funny to do it that way. Normally I say "Irumi Zoldick", the French spelling. But this one is funnier ^^.
One shot, not going to write more about this. Maybe some day there will be a sequel. If I have an idea that is ^^;;.
Please review! I would really like to know what you think about it ^^.