I watched my prey from afar viewing their movements and waiting for the time to strike. My victims stood together chatting with a friend unaware of what was about to happen. I watched wearily as their partner left them and made my move, slipping in between the various cars and motorcycles until I was about twelve feet from them. I smirked and wound my small weapon's chain around my hand waiting for them to step behind the large truck they had been standing near, "Alright Bobby! See ya later!"
"Man I'm beat. Whattaya say we go get some food?"
"Sounds good!" They walked calmly behind the truck and I walked quickly and quietly behind them following them closely and when the smaller of the two stopped I "accidentally" bumped into him,
"Oh! I'm sorry I guess I wasn't watching where I was going!" I scratched my cheek as I said the fake apology, "I'm such a klutz! I'm so sorry!" He turned calmly and patted my head,
"It's fine man it's not like you tripped me! Right?" I smiled quietly and pulled the blade from my pocket and slashed him across the chest, causing blood to spray over me and the larger one,
"HEY! Gil!" The seemingly older one rushed over to me and tried grabbing the weapon from me only to succeed in tearing up his hand. I let the chain slide through my fingers until the center was down to my knee and swung around behind the one on my back and wrapped the chain around his neck pulling it tight, cutting off his ability to breathe. He clawed at his neck as he coughed and choked for air, falling to his knees. I released the chain and let him breathe, without an opponent it would be no fun to fight. He stood up, slowly regaining his strength and attacked me for the second time planting his fist on my nose. I staggered back from the force of the blow and held my nose letting out the sick laughter I had been holding in as I tasted my blood that now drained from my nose,
"Now this is more like it!" I dropped the chain and went after him with my fists landing a few blows on his abdomen and chest. I again placed one skilled blow on his Adam's apple causing him to fall backward and stopped his airflow yet again. I pulled yet another weapon from my pocket, a small scalpel, and slit his throat, I listened happily as the blood squelched from the wound and looked down at him. I traced his hairline and tore his scalp away from his skull and did the same with his brother stuffing the lovely tresses into my pocket as a keepsake and walked way quietly, picking up my weaponry and seemingly vanishing into the night.
