Long strides led the wanderer down the dark alley, where clouds and buildings shaded him from the dim light of the stars. Only the finest eyes could spot the wanderer, and only if the owner of such eyes had a stroke of good fortune. The wanderer's prey had terrible eyes, and obviously his luck wasn't any better if he had the wanderer on his trail. But what the man lacked in sight and luck, he made up for in good hearing.
With so much of the wanderer's concentration focused on the man in front of him, he had accidentally stumbled. The stumble emitted a faint sound that rang clearly throughout the silent night, loud enough for the man to hear.
With a gasp of surprise the man spun around. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" Apparently the man had been startled.
"What a poor choice for your last words, Mayor Phelps. Maybe you would like to rethink them?"
Shock appeared on his chubby man's face upon hearing 'last words.' "What is the meaning of this? Who are you?"
The stranger looked amused, "Since you're so intent on knowing the identity of your killer, I shall tell you. My name is Lazarus Damien Cromwell," a cold smile crept over Lazarus's pale face "and I have come to make you pay for your sins."
This time it was the Mayor's turn to smile. He brandished a gun with reflexes that usually didn't accompany someone as fat as him. "We shall see who pays for what, now won't we?" the mayor let lose a raucous garble of laughter. "But before I kill you, I require some answers."
Lazarus remained as calm as ever.
"Who sent you? Was it Gorman? He's always been after my lofty position of Mayor."
"No one sent me, or rather, I sent myself."
At this the Mayor raised an eye. "I have no recollection of you. Did I kill one of your family members or something?"
"A family, yes. But not mine. If I recall correctly, they owed you a measly twelve ducats in rent, and you came to collect. You killed the parents only after making them watch you slowly torture their children to death." Lazarus's face transformed into one of loathing contempt. "They begged you, Mayor, and yet you ignored them. Nothing can save you from the consequences you have brought upon yourself, for I have come to kill you."
Mayor Phelps didn't hesitate. He fired the six rounds inside the gun's chamber straight into Lazarus, the force knocking Lazarus to the ground. The mayor's previous experience with guns kept him on his feet, though he did stumble backwards a bit. When Phelps regained his balance he glanced at Lazarus. Face down on the ground; dead. Mayor Phelps smiled with the profound exhilaration of murder. After a couple of moments to savor the victory, Mayor Phelps turned and hobbled back to his mansion.
"Never turn your back to an enemy."
Phelps eyes went wide with surprise as the teeth entered his neck and sucked away his life.
