It was a dark alleyway and the only thing you can hear throughout the area was panting and footsteps.
He was sweating really hard, his heart was beating fast and he was a bit worried if it might just stop all too suddenly from its exhaustion, but at the moment, it didn't concern him as much. For now, he was more troubled of the chilling sensation that he was being followed.
For a man with riches that came from gambles and illegal drugs, he'd expect to feel safe among his own wall of thugs. But somehow, out of the blue, just as they were about to make a dealing, he had found himself bare. His security already on the ground, blood spilling from slatted throats, even the man he was about to make a deal with was on the ground. However; he was unconscious, and so were his own pack of thugs.
He knew all too well now what was going on, in fact he knew from the start. He was being hunted. Assassinated. He was a lone pup in a dark world where something is crawling waiting to go for the kill.
He was about to turn left to a curve where he had spotted some old folks and a couple of sober men. Surely he can mix in with them while he tries to hide from his unknown predator. But luck was never on his side anymore. Just as he reached the light, something hit his back causing him severe pain, and after a few minutes the last hint of his breathes.
He knelt on his knees as he desperately tried to take out a dagger that pierced his lungs. But knew nothing can be helped now. It was game over. Well, not until he saw fiery red eyes glisten in the dark before losing his last breathe.
The owner of the eyes sighed in relief that the man died without making himself visible to the near folks. It would've been troublesome if he made a scene before completely dying.
She took the dagger out of his back and began wiping it with a white handkerchief. While cleaning her precious little weapon, she hummed. Her ruby eyes gazed at the handkerchief being stained with a filthy man's dirty blood.
She never liked dealers, in fact she hated them. And it wasn't even a pleasant view she was staring at. The man was as fat as a pig. His fat was completely forming his round face and not to mention the acne that's been raging on his skin. He was filthy in blood and appeal. It was a good kill. The world needed less people like him.
Her humming stops when she felt a presence of someone she knew well. She turns around, quickly tucking the bloodstained handkerchief back to her left back pocket. She has to do laundry quick before the stain messes up her black jeans.
She tucks away her dagger in a hidden pocket inside her leather jacket. She then puts her hands on her hips as she smiled at the approaching man.
At first you wouldn't really see anyone through the dark alley, but soon enough a shadow was stretching towards her and in a few minutes a man wearing a beige coat went near her. He had eyes with the same color as her. But they never had the fierceness she has; his was rather unreadable and cold.
It surprises her to find him lingering within her field of senses. He never really came to any of her assignments, so for him to come there must be a very important reason.
"Now what brings you here? Usually you'd be here when Yuffie's done something out of your control….what had she done now?" she smiled as her ruby eyes glistened.
"No, there's nothing wrong with her…she's been good company for a couple of days" he said this without even handing out a smile. Her lips gave him a frown.
"You should smile often….especially when I'm the one showing it to you" she threw a combat knife in his direction to which he just simply sighed at.
A smirk went back to her lips. Most people would try to dodge it, but he saw right through it that it wouldn't even graze at him even if he dodged it. She intentionally missed her target.
"Now why did you come here?"
He threw a picture at her to which she caught with two of her fingers. She grinned at her companion.
"Two assignments in a row? That a new record! Seems like more filthy pigs are asking for the extinction of their own kind"
This actually earned her a smirk from him as he replies to her witty statement "That's how we work"
"Yeah..." she inspected her new target and let out a disappointed look as she looks back at her companion "Vincent, I'm ashamed of you….a filthy pig would've do, but you just had to give me this?"
She showed him the picture he had already seen. It was a handsome blonde man with blue cerulean eyes.
"Its work…nothing we can do" he shrugged. She sighed in regret.
"I can't believe you're making me hunt down a hotshot just as him…." she looked at him with a pout "You're making me kill off the endangered population of good looking young men"
"Well you can have at least some fun with him, as long as you do your assignment" he said already walking off.
She stared at the picture once more with a playful smirk on her lips.
"I'm sorry pretty boy, but you just have to go" she looked at the back of the picture to find a stamped logo. It was a letter 'S' in one of those medieval fonts.
She placed it away as soon as she found no interest in the logo. She carefully patted it where it was, in her right back pocket and then she went her way. She hummed in satisfaction, leaving the filthy pig she preyed on to rot on the alley of this downtown corner.
"Now now now…where is he?" a slim man asked. He had blacked hair while dressing up with some kind of robe. In his hands was a toy a child would desire. A cat wearing a crown; as cute as it may be though, it can kill a whole team of people consisting of seven members; And if I could say so myself, it his own personal toy. He was in a lobby of a building where many people came and went, it was actually him and another companion of his that's stayed more than ten minutes in the area.
"Well he wasn't expecting anything to come up about a week from now…his probably just hanging out somewhere…" a man with spiked black hair smiled at the robed man. He had eyes with the shade of violet in them. His smile was unfaltering and was never easy to not reply to.
The frown on the man holding the cat turned to a sigh and then a smile "Maybe he'll think of showing up soon enough"
Just as the words left, the door opens and the man in question enters.
"There you are! What happened to you? Traffic jammed?" spiked hair asked. The man he was starting a conversation with can be also characterized spiked with the way his hair was, although he had it in blonde.
He sighs as he resigned on a comfy chair.
"I heard from Zack's twenty voicemails that you have something for me?" he turns to the man who was only smiling awhile ago frown again.
"Yes…it seems that a client has ordered a mass of work….and this one he had assigned to you specifically"
The toy cat began to move. His holder let him down to the ground and the cat went straight in front of the man on the chair. He was holding a photo and without further thinking, as if it could think….well it actually does have a mind of its own….it hands the photo to the blonde. After a quick inspection, a frown went to his face.
"You expect me to go for this?" he faced the picture to the owner of a cat. It was a picture of a beautiful brunette who was smiling cheerfully.
"I expect you to handle this professionally, since you are known as the best" The man stated, not really caring if it was a beautiful young lady they were about to target. Work was work.
"This is a waste" the blonde muttered "You want me to waste a pretty face such as this? Seriously?"
"Well, can't back down now" Zack offered no help. He got to say that she was pretty, but it didn't hold much to his interest. Well, knowing her days or hours was getting numbered.
The blonde stares again at the photo and noticed a logo of the letter 'S'. It didn't really bother him. What actually bothered him is that he had to extinguish such a pretty fire.
He gave out a final sigh before kicking the cat out of his way then placing the picture into his right back pocket.
The cat growled and sent a knife at his direction from his mechanical paw. The blonde didn't really seem surprised as he managed to catch it between his fingers and even let out a yawn.
"Try again next time, cat" he smiled before closing the door to a fueled cat and to its sighing owner.
He walked to the garage as he whistled in discontent. He better finish this job real quick before he gets second ideas…as if he would on a job! Known to be the best at what he does, he wasn't going to let a damsel brunette get in his way….but that doesn't mean he can't have fun first before finishing the job, right?