Nathan Wallace reached around the neck of his next victim. A woman. As he slid the scalpel swiftly across her neck he saw the blood spray onto his gloved hand. The woman quickly collapsed grasping at her throat and clutching at Nathan's coat.
Her smooth brown hair was quickly drenched in blood clumping it together and darkening it to a sickly black. With a flick of his wrist Nathan drew the scalpel down her chest. Ripping the flesh apart with both hands he looked at the woman's pretty face, probably created by surgery when the girl was a teenager, and instantly had it set in his memory.
Placing the bloodied scalpel back into his bag Nathan drew a strange pair of scissors out. He cut into the cartilage with a snap, as each piece was cut in two a shudder went down Nathan's arm. Snap, snap, snap. Almost like bone but nowhere near as strong.
A tissue came out of the bag next, to clean the scissors, before it was all placed back into the bag. Punching through whatever was left Nathan reached under the left lung the bar code visible now. Lifting it up and as far out as he could Nathan saw that he couldn't separate the lungs entirely from the trachea with his bare hands. Reaching back into his bag the double bladed scalpel came out again and with a quick swing the lung came loose and was removed.
The blood pool on the floor had soaked into Nathan's boots, the scalpel was replaced. A plastic bag was removed from the bag and the lung placed into it. A side door on the bag opened, mist streamed out of it and the lung was rammed ungracefully into it leaving it in a pile.
Sealing the door once again everything was put back in the bag and the bag was sealed. Nathan stood clinging onto the handles of the bag before walking away leaving the woman staring blankly at the sky as if she could still see what was there. The last thing she saw she stared at for another few hours before being thrown into a garbage truck like another piece of trash.
Nathan walked back entering his house through a secret tunnel ending up in a large grey room. His bloody footprints stained the floor. Walking over to a shower block he hung up his coat, mask and boots turning off the bright blue light in the visor. Spraying them with water he washed the blood down the drain before putting his suit back on. Leaving his bag in the room he walked to a large panel on the wall, pushing against it, it swung open revealing a house on the other side and the panel to be a fireplace.
Nathan walked upstairs removing a key from his pocket as he did. Holographic pictures of his family hung on the wall and the body of his dead wife rested on a seat behind a glass window. Turning a corner he slid the key into the door and turned it. Opening the door he saw his daughter lying on the bed sleeping. He smiled briefly before locking the door again and walking back to the fireplace.
Entering the room Nathan picked up the bag and headed through the tunnel once again. Walking briskly he left the other end of the tunnel. Nathan headed through the city to a building with a large sign near the top flashing 'GeneCo'.
Entering the building Nathan walked straight to the elevator and hit the top button. Only then did he notice the other man in the elevator trying to pretend he wasn't scared. Nathan could smell the fear; over the years he had learnt the scent well.
The man reached his stop and almost tripped in his hurry to get out of the elevator. The doors closed once again and Nathan rose up and up until the doors opened into an office. He walked straight up to the desk and placed the bag on it opening the door on the side he pulled out the lung and threw it into the hands of the portly man sat behind the desk before turning on his heel and walking straight back to the elevator and out of the building.