-- Disclaimer: The characters of the story are either from the manga FAKE or are customs. If they're from FAKE, I don't own them, so don't sue me pwease. Otherwise, they's mine or Yujero's. Thankies --
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Jittery Old Fool
Darkness was quickly decending on the city, the lights of Times Square a distant flicker in the dark alleyways of uptown New York. Here you were lucky to find a working streetlight and most people either carried a weapon or spent their nights inside behind locked doors and barred windows. In the shadows of an abandoned building, a young man in his mid-twenties stood shaking his head as he watched another older man fiddle with his hands under a streetlight at the corner. The man was graying prematurely, the younger noticed, and was slightly overweight but hid it well behind his expensive tailored suit. His large hands folded over themselves repeatedly, a nervous gesture that looked as if he were washing his hands at an imaginary sink. The younger watched for a few more moments as the other checked his watch quickly and glanced around, licking his lips nervously.
"So what did you want from me?" The younger ones voice asked, quiet and deadly, grinning slightly when the older man nearly jumped out of his shoes.
"You scared me..." He said, drawing a nod from the other. "That's my job..."
This time it was the elders turn to nod, licking his lips again and resuming his hand washing movements.
"C...Could you come into the light, please? I can't see you..."
Silence reigned for a moment before the soft voice came once again.
"...As you wish."
The younger stepped forward slowly, the pale yellow light flooding over him instantly. His long black hair fell slightly into his face on one side, the other side tucked behind his ear. His pale skin struck out from his dark hair and the all black clothing that allowed him to blend into the night... His pale gray eyes colorless, like dirty rain water. The look behind those eyes was emotionless and cruel, like he'd seen the most gruesome of crimes and been proud to say he'd done it himself. He lifted one hand slowly, sliding the other side of his hair behind his ear and twirling the blood-red tips between his fingers.
"Well?" He asked after a moment and the elder shivered slightly. "I... I need you to kill someone..."
A soft sigh escaped the younger and he let go of his hair.
"Yes, that's why you called me out here..." He said, slightly annoyed.
"Y...yes... Sorry... I... I need you to kill this man..."
He handed the other a paper, drawing his hand back quickly and causing the younger to snicker.
"His name is..."
"Berkley Rose... Commissioner of the 27th Precinct and your former employee." The younger finished, glancing over the paper before folding it up and sliding it into the pocket of his jeans, raising his cold gray eyes to stare at the other once again.
"When do you want this done?"
"A...As soon as possible..." The man stuttered out and the younger noded, handing him a slip of paper.
"You can reach me at this number. You and my gang are the only ones who know this number so if I find out the police are after me for any reason, your head will be only so many splattered pieces on the asphalt... Understand?"
The elder nodded frantically, sticking the paper in his jacket pocket with a shaky hand. The younger nodded slightly then turned and began walking away, turning back only when the man called out to him.
"Wait! When I call you... Who should I ask for?" He asked and the other laughed quietly as he disappeared into the night, leaving his name hanging whispered on the air.
"Ask for Crimson..."
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