The man was sitting at his desk, not knowing what the night has in store for him. His office was a luxurious one on the top floor of a sixty floor spire: butterscotch walls with pictures of landscapes and ocean views, pine green carpeting that came up to a person's ankles, completed with an entire glass wall overlooking the entire city. The only thing it didn't have was a security system. Why? Who'd be crazy enough to rob a person half-working, half-living on the 60th floor of a building? But then again, this was no ordinary heist; it was a heist for a life. The man thought he heard something; he looked up from his papers... and saw her. In the dim light of the moon, he saw her figure... like a goddess. As she advanced towards him with her hips swaying from side to side, he broke out into a sweat, whether it was from fear or ecstasy, he couldn't tell or cared for that matter. At last one of them spoke.
"W-Who a-are you?"
Her blood red lips curled up into a smile and whispered in a voice that belonged to the devil's daughter, "That's not important right now."
The man nodded, "How d-did you g-get in here?"
"That's not important."
The intruder came dangerously close to the man, so close, he could smell her perfume.
"What do y-you w-want from m-m-me?"
She giggled, "Your life."
And before he could even blink, she shot with the pistol she had on her thigh holster, killing him instantly. She chuckled and left her calling card on the man's bloody wound: a card with a large "M" made from an ebony snake with crimson jewels for eyes. But before she placed on the dying corpse, she kissed the "M", staining it with her blood red lips and fled.
On the Hemlock's dinner table, a newspaper was picked up by a resident of the house there. The headline read, "CEO of Samson Corporations Found Dead. Police Suspects Medusa." A teen with mid-back layered copper hair, ocean blue eyes, and lightly tanned skin smiled to herself.
Looks like I made the front page... again.