Well, here we are. My first attempt at a fanfic. Hope you guys like this story. May eventually expand it. Many thanks go out to Spirit Speaker for being my beta and putting up with my weirdness. Enjoy!
The man in the leather jacket sighed as he looked down upon the dead man. It's a shame it had to end this way, he thought.
"I'm sorry, my friend, you left me no choice. May whatever God you believe in have mercy on your soul." The man in the leather jacket turned to leave, but didn't. He couldn't just leave the dead man lying there. He owed him a little respect. He bent down to retrieve the dead man's cell phone, as these people called their primitive communication device, and proceeded to call their emergency services.
"911, what's your emergency?" The voice on the other side sounded slightly disinterested, as if they couldn't let themselves care.
"There is a dead man here. I killed him. I'm sorry." The man in the leather jacket then put the phone down and muted it's speaker. This was to be a private ceremony, important to the dead man's memory.
"Ave atque vale, Shadowhunter." With that, the man in the black leather jacket walked out of the room, with tears threatening to form in his eyes.
The police would arrive, but they would not see the strange, majestic markings covering the dead man's body, nor find any ID. The police would search for a while, but no answers would be found, and so they would file it away in a cold case never to be thought of again. No trace of the man in the leather jacket would be found, though neighbors would say there was a old-style blue police box model that someone brought the other day and must have moved it a few hours ago. No one really cared though.