The Replacement Killers
Prologue: The Ruthless Assassin
It was Friday night in the bustling city of Los Angeles. It seemed that everyone had something to do, wither it be catching a Laker game, going out on a date, or going street racing people were out of there houses or apartments. And the most popular nightclub in LA wasn't any different. It was packed with women dressed in rather revealing clothing, some rather drunk and loaded, dancing with men who had plans of taking them home, or the closest indiscreet place they can find, and get a little "X-rated". In the midst of all this dancing, drinking, and drug use, stood a man.
A man, that was apparently too over-dressed for the club. He wore what looked like a business suit: black slacks, a black silk button-up dress shirt, black dress shoes, black business jacket, and a red tie. He appeared to be in his mid to late 20's and appeared to be well muscle toned. For his rather "professional" appearance, his chocolate brown hair was messy and unruly and a few stray locks of hair draped over his forehead and into his eyes…his eyes. His eyes is what was unsettling, they were a very dark blue almost navy like and had the look of a man who was completely void of emotion. Yet if he looked into your eyes, he seemed to stare into your very soul. He slowly walked through the crowded dance floor of the night club, clenching his white gloved fists, ignoring the bumps from other people as he just kept staring on at his destination while cutting through the sea of humanity. He finally managed to cut through the dancing people and had reached the small little area of the club in the back where people sat down and ordered drinks and took breaks from dancing. He kept walking towards the back of the club and found a small group of 7 people in a booth, 3 men, 4 women, all laughing and carrying on. In the middle of this little party sat a man who was a very well known drug dealer and loan shark and was known to be as untouchable as Scarface himself. He was currently making out with one of the 4 women who were all hookers no doubt. They were so wrapped up in there own world they never saw him approaching the table. He calmly walked up to the middle of the table in front of the drug lord who was currently getting to do a line of crack, when the man suddenly placed a bullet in front of the line of crack. He looked at the bullet placed in front of him; it was a hollow point bullet with a small kanji symbol etched on the casing. He quickly recognized the symbol, as he knew there was only one person he knew who carves the symbol for "death" on his bullet, and it was apparent that the person who gave it to him worked for this man. He looked up and made eye contact with the person who gave him the bullet who just stood there casually with his hands linked together in front of him looking back at him. The drug lord was shocked to say the least as he stared into his cold, harsh eyes, he had unmercifully and violently killed many people men, women, and children alike and had done lots of despicable things, but staring back at the emotionless eyes of the man that was sent to "retire" him, sent shivers down to his spine and for the first time in his life he was scared. The drug lord quickly rose to his feet and drew his gun but wasn't fast enough. The well-dressed stranger whipped out his gun hidden inside of his sleeve and quickly shot him 2 times in the chest and once in the head sufficiently killing him. The 2 other men sitting at the table with him brought out there guns. The stranger unloaded 3 shots onto the one on the left, and 4 more on the man on the right. Another one of the drug lord's henchmen rose up from another table not far from were the rest were sitting and came running up shooting at killer, but wasn't very accurate as he missed him. The killer took the advantage and unloaded the remaining bullets in his clip into him. After killing him he looked around and found the last of the drug lord's henchmen, that was on the other side of the club, he was currently running through the sea of humanity that was trying desperately to run out of the club after hearing the first of the gun shots. As he got closer, the gunman noticed that he was empty and dropped the gun, reached around and pulled another gun out of his waist. The henchman started shooting at him and at that very moment he spun around gracefully dodging the shots aimed at his head and returned fire shooting the henchman in the head, killing him instantly. The killer looked around quickly for any more henchmen but they were all taken out. He tucked his gun back into his waist and just as quickly as he entered the now quiet and empty nightclub, he left and disappeared into the night.
