Prologue

Cold was the night in the city of Seattle, and only the sounds of rustling leaves being blown by the wind are heard.

It was a few minutes before twelve midnight, and almost every shop on the streets were closed for the night. The only thing that illuminated the streets were the bright neon signs of a strip club called, "The Joint."

Only one person was out on the streets. He was wearing a business man's suit, was well groomed and was holding a gun in his hand.
Someone was going to kill him, he knew it, and that was why he had a bought a pistol the night before.

Immediately right after work, he felt like someone was watching him.

It was a big mistake seeing what he had witnessed: a triple murder. No, it was more of a massacre. They killed three men who were standing in an alley way, minding their own business.

And he saw everything, from the part the gangsters tried to fight back, to where they sank their razor sharp teeth, and then seeing them drag the bodies back into a truck. He knew he was going to die some time after witnessing the horrific sight, but Paul wanted to make sure he wasn't going down without a fight.

"Why the hell did I park so fucking far from the office?" Paul thought angrily. The parking lot he always parked at was full, so he had no choice but to park several blocks down. While he was walking to his car, he thought he heard footsteps running along to his own. He immediately turned around and pointed his gun at the darkness.

"Who's there!?" he shouted. Paul waited for any sound that would indicate that someone was chasing him. He was getting scared. He didn't know if somebody was really there or if his mind was simply making fun of him. Paul was afraid of something suddenly grabbed him from the darkness, as he couldn't see anything beyond the dark street, besides the neon lights of the Joint afar.

When no one responded, Paul gave a nervous chuckle and started running for his car, trying to convince himself that nobody was there, even though he was quite sure there was someone chasing him.

Luckily, he made it. But as he opened his car door, he thought he heard someone breathing deeply, almost like he was catching his breath.

Pretending to be thinking something, Paul stopped for a moment and then got in and ignited the engine, Paul felt an immediate feeling of relief run through him when the engine revved lowly. He was safe.

Or, least he thought he was.

Paul was about to drive out of the parking lot, when suddenly someone came from out of nowhere and landed right on the hood of his car. Paul screamed and fired several rounds at his assailant, who fled before the bullets got him.

The engine suddenly died. Paul frantically started igniting it again but it was no use. He had to continue on foot.

Paul got out of his car and ran for his life, screaming, "Help! Someone's trying to kill me!" It was a fruitless attempt to call for help, as no one was near enough to hear him. The strip club was too far down the road and Paul knew that even if he shouted at the top of his lungs, no one would be able to hear him.

Then, he spotted it: a convenience store, his last chance at safety. "Thank God!" Paul thought.

Dashing through the street, Paul made no effort to look left and right, knowing that nobody would be driving at this time of night. While he speed walked to the store, Paul thought of buying a soda to calm his nerves down, when something struck him from the dark.

Paul fell to the asphalt, but quickly rose to his feet (and immediately regretted it) as he saw his assailant.
Paul felt so puny when he saw his assailant's full height. His assailant, a dark man, looked like a fierce warrior from a tribe of warriors. He was wearing a long brown overcoat and underneath that was a black shirt.

Paul felt like it was a Mexican stand-off, where the sheriff meets that leader of the town's local gang in a fight to the death.
Nobody moved. Both men stood their ground, sizing each other up. Paul was trembling but tried hard not to show it, while his assailant just stood there, staring at him with those piercing green eyes that shone through the dark.

Paul slowly grasped the gun from his back, and it felt light. He had wasted most of his ammo and now he had, if his math was right, only three bullets left.
Taking his chance, Paul quickly drew his weapon and fired the remaining three shots. The first two missed, but the third grazed his assailant's forearm.

With his assailant wasting his time checking the wound, Paul turned and ran for the convenience store, about to scream for help, but as he was getting closer, he felt a pain shot up from below him

Paul fell down screaming and cursing, clutching his thigh with the knife piercing through it. His assailant came out the darkness, cracking his knuckles.

"You shouldn't have been snooping around," the assailant said. Paul felt the blade of the knife slice the flesh of his thigh as it came out.

"I didn't mean to snoop around, man!" Paul said, frantically. "Look, man, I promise I won't tell another soul what I saw."

"I can't allow that," The assailant cleaned the blood off his knife, and started playing with it. Paul told him that he could offer him more money than what his employer was paying him, but the assailant ignored it.

Without warning, his assailant made the killing blow, sinking his blade deep into Paul's sternum. Paul screamed in agony, as loud as his lungs could allow him to.

He could feel his warm blood flowing through his chest, and then flowing through his arms. The pain made feel numb; Paul didn't feel the assailant take the knife out of his chest. He looked down and saw a hole where the knife was.

"See you around," the assailant said, laughing maniacally. The assassin turned and began to walk away. Paul quickly started thinking of what the newspaper tomorrow would say, when suddenly, bright lights came from behind him, and it shone at the assassin, his bright green eyes shining.

"Put your hands up where I can see them!" A strong voice said.

Everything started to become blurry: Paul could barely hear what the voice was saying, and he saw his assassin getting to his knees with his hands behind his head.

He stared up at the starry sky, seeing how beautiful it looked tonight. Paul felt glad that for one last time, he could appreciate how beautiful the sky looked. He couldn't feel his body anymore, everything felt numb.

He was nearing the close of his life. He thought of his wife, his daughters, his friends, he would surely miss them.

Everything became black, and it was all over.

A/N: I know some people hate prologues, but I felt like it was needed. But at least the 1st chapter's already uploaded right?
EDIT: Apparently the prologue was replaced by the first chapter, so sorry for that!