Then a man, with grey hair, walked behind him, "Are you alright?" The man asked.
The man in black, reached for his belt. He pulled a black, silver encased pistol. Without looking backwards, the man shot the person behind him.
"Wh-" Blood shot from the man's body. A splatter of blood landed on the wet grass behind the man. He fell over, dead, his mouth agape.
"I'm fine." The man in black said.
He looked to the sky, his face wet. "Time to go back."
The man stepped, and started walking away from the grave. His gun now smoking. He placed the gun in his belt.
The dead man lay there, the ravens came. And the crows too. "Pick." "Pick." "Pick." The birds went at the eyes, and the head.
Sometime later within the same week...
"Why would you do that, Soku?!" A voice on a computer yelled.
"Because. I don't like being bothered." Soku said, he was the man in black.
"Well, get over that!" The voice yelled.
"I can't change my personality, I yam what I yam." Soku joked, pretending to be Popeye when he said the last part.
"Quit joking around! This isn't a way to get yourself unoticed!" Yelled the voice, angrily.
"Alright, old man. I'll be more careful." Soku agreed.
"You better be, good day." The voice said, and dissapeared.
"Bye." Soku said, rolling his eyes.
...
Where is he you ask? Soku's in his home. A very technological home. Big, and white, villed with blue large computers.
...
"Time to get to work." Soku thought, and went to his computer.