What am I?
By Xenomorph666
Disclaimer: I own none of the Law and Order: SVU characters or copyrights. I do own Maddock O'Donnelly/Wraith and all corresponding copyrights.
Summary: The strange undead Assassin is on the chase of another mark, when something happens.
What am I?
The mark cut left down the street with his two goons.
He knew I was coming.
I don't like when they know I'm coming.
Still, I chase him down effortlessly; his goons turn to me ready to fight. I grin darkly; they're no match for me. Whatever brought me back to life made me faster and stronger than normal humans. They'd be dead before they saw my hands move.
A shriek down an alley to my left.
I jerk my head, so do the thugs.
"HELP!" A girl screams on the other side of the alley wall.
I look at the wall, then to mark, and to the wall again. I expect the thugs to go save the girl, but they don't. What's wrong with them? My hesitation gives them the time they need to get their boss back to his feet. As they run down the street I hear the girl yell again.
Mark.
Girl.
Mark.
Girl.
Mark.
GIRL.
MARK!
GIRL!
MARK!
GIRL!
The two halves of my brain argue for what seems like an eternity before I settle on my decision. I dive to my left and leap over the wall and land directly in front of a cowering girl. Three men surround her. They glare at me angrily.
"Get the hell out of the way man." One of the attackers shouts.
"Leave the girl alone." My voice remains cold and distant. "Now."
"Man…" The assailant's friend groans, "Man stick the fuck-tard."
The other attacker whips out a small pocket knife. The kind that turns into a wrench and other nice doohickeys. A flash of my arm and his hand is lying on the ground spurting blood as it twitches.
"I said leave her alone." A growl comes from somewhere in the depths of my body.
"Man fuck you!" The leader pulls a gun out and shoots me point blank in the face.
I reel back for a second and land on the groundbefore I feel the pieces of skull and flesh pull back into my head. Well maybe "fell" is to strong a word, but I sense they're moving. I pop up from the ground, my skull still healing.
"What the…" The men all stutter at once.
I say nothing as I draw my daggers and make three quick slashes. The men fall to the ground grasping at their now bleeding throats.
"HOLY SHIT!" I look up to see a cop looking down the alley at me. "FREEZE! POLICE! PUT THE KNIFE DOWN!"
"Don't…" I try to warn the cop, right before he pulls his service weapon out and fires at me.
I instinctively dodge round the hail of fire. Then I hear it. The dull cracking thud of a skull. The cop hit the girl. A second later I rush the cop into the street and slam him into a parked car. I hear his spine snap with little effort. A sick grin comes to my face. A dull ragged laugh escapes my throat. I have an audience. Stabler is going to be pissed.
Several passerbies' see the cop's ragged corpse as I leap to the roof in a single attempt. I feel like Superman when I do that. I feel like Frankenstein's Monster. I feel… alone.
The mark got away.
He was a mafia hit.
They'll be after me now.
WHAT AM I?