A/N: Just an idea I had. Warnings for violence. Don't own characters.
Nightstalker: Prologue
His shoes pounded the pavement as he ran. They splashed up water from the rain that was coming down, splattering water on the back of his jeans. Kurt could never quite shake his pursuer, though. He was running, his satchel banging against his side, winding him. Slowing him down. That was the last thing he needed. He turned the corner and dashed down the alley, his pursuer slowing down, inexplicably.
A goddamned brick wall. Perfect. Kurt turned to face his (now grinning) pursuer, who had pulled out a switchblade and was making his way toward him. He pressed the button and the blade fairly leapt out of the socket.
"I told you, you should have given me the fuckin' computer!"
Not just a computer, but a fucking. . . rather, fuckin' computer. Kurt wondered what the pawn value of a fuckin' computer was as opposed to a fucking, or even, just a plain old MacBook like the one that was, in fact in his satchel.
"Well, it's not so much the computer that concerned me. Rather. . ." Kurt said, unzipping the satchel and pulling out the Colt 1911 pistol, "This. It's my dads and, I'd be remiss if I lost it."
The switchblade clattered to the pavement. The thug, seeing the tables turned quite suddenly, turned to run. The first bullet caught him in the middle back, sending him sprawling forwards, breaking his nose as he fell face first to the pavement.
His legs weren't working so well. In fact, they weren't working at all. Kurt moved forward quickly. He knew that he didn't have much time to work with. He also knew, unlike the fine upstanding citizen attempting to crawl away, that killing wasn't something to relish. If you had to do it, it should best be done quickly. He leveled the gun and fired another shot into the back of his would be killers head. That was that. One less criminal on the streets.
As the police sirens sounded in the distance, Kurt Hummel disappeared into the night.
