In the giant city of Midgar, after it's bright night life was gone,
when it was totally silent, no one was visible through it's mako filled
pitch black atmosphere. But if you were lucky, you might be able to spot a
man walking down. He would be wearing a long black jacket. Perhaps you were
unlucky that you spotted him, for your night is over. In an instant, you
might be able to spot a silver light splitting your skull, erasing your
existence in a splatter of blood.
Not a pretty sight.
12:00 AM. Reno had just woken up and had found a note on his desk. It was from the president. The note read:
Reno:
Remedy hotel
9:30 PM
room 164
I think its mr. granger
- R.S.
ps. Drink afterwards?
Hey, a name, that's new... Oh well, it didn't matter, all he needed were always there. Place and time. He had a plenty of time left, might as well do something...
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By 9:10, Reno was on top of the roof lying down flat, wearing a perfect black camouflage. He lay under another black blanket that made him quite, invisible. After Reno had lied down there for about five minutes, he saw a man walk in with a women, a prostitute. Reno jumped out of his black blanket and moved down the ladder, thinking 'Time of action."
Room 162, 163, ah finally 164. Reno subconsciously said aloud as he walked through the hallway. It was 9:10, but he was bored out of his mind. So he just went in anyway.
As he opened the door, he immediately took notice of what he had been expecting, a luxurious bed and on top of it, a chubby man standing on his knees. Beneath him lay a quiet creature, no more than 18. The girl was clad only in her almost see through bra and a thin thong. Her clothing seemed as if it was ripped off aggressively. Reno thought that he saw a tear gliding down her cheek, even though it wasn't highly visible through the grotesquely-thick coat of makeup. As the man glared hungrily over her, Reno broke the silence.
"Ahhm."
Both looked at him with a startled look. The man scared, and the girl almost relieved, but terrified nonetheless.
"Mr. Granger, I presume?"
The man stood up, revealing his mewling penis. Reno thought he would puke. However the man was obviously not aware of it. In fact, he put his chin up and let out a curse.
"What the fuck do you want!!"
With a smirk, Reno slid his hand under his coat to feel the sleek of the metal. After eyeing the situation and kicking the door to slam it shut, he pulled out the treasured object. He heard the girl gasp as he attached the silencer to his gun.
A wave of panic passed over his glazed eyes. Obviously trying hard not to lose his calm, the pig turned around to face him.
"I'll double whatever your pay is. Put the damn gun down."
His voice quivered at the end.
...Hell, Shinra paid him enough.
In a flash, the fool who had dared to mess with Shinra was on his knees on the floor, his pitiful form pleading for his life. However the position he was in brought Reno nothing but disgust.
"Remember this, old man."
He would have rather liked to put the gun close to his skull, letting the man feel the cold metal about to take his life away. But he was disgusted at this man... His face still flushed with whatever he was doing before, his thick neck plastered with red lipstick, with his right hand still clutching the torn material of the girl's shirt. All for a few metal coins...
His vision sharpened and he pulled the trigger. Time seemed to stop as he watched the silver sink, run straight through the crying man's skull, splitting the mass with a burst of blood, letting the gray mass run down his face.
A piercing scream was heard from the bed and he focused his attention to the quivering mass. The girl's black hair was matted to her face, apparently from crying. Her nude body caught his attention... along with the condom that, so conveniently, laid beside her.
With a foul taste in his mouth, he again aimed and fired.
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The next day, on his desk was an another note:
Reno:
A newly developing problem;
Remedy hotel again, haha I know.
Room 281
6 pm - 8 Your choice.
- R.S.
As he opened the door, he was confronted by a plain hotel room. Within it were a gentle man who was surrounded by two kids. All boys. They were just playing by themselves. The kids were no more than 4. The man had a pair of glasses on and appeared to be in the late twenties of age. What threat this man caused Shinra, Reno did not know, perhaps he was a reporter or a scientist, trying to reveal Shinra's secret plans or corrupt Shinra, but then it did not matter. The man stared at Reno blankly,
"Can I help you?"
Reno took no notice of him, but kept staring at the toddlers. But then remembered he was here for a reason. He reached for his gun in his coat pocket, but then he saw the man. Confused. He hated the innocence that seemed to circle him. Naw, a gun wouldn't do, he would have to kill him in a more brutal way. He took out a knife. Its blade was about a foot long and four inches wide. It was about two centimeters thick, so you can imagine, it was a malicious looking knife. Almost a saber.
Suddenly, he grabbed one of the babies from the man's protecting arms and touched it's neck with his knife. Almost teasingly poked the baby. The baby however giggled and closed his eyes. This maddened Reno. He felt as if the baby was mocking him. Reno, in one instant, pushed the blade in a little bit further. The cry of the father was much louder than the victims'. Thankfully this room was a sound proof, but Reno figured that he couldn't take much more of this bullshit. He quickly sliced the baby's fragile neck off. And for the other baby, he cut it vertically in half. All he registered was the shocking green of the boy's eyes as the metal spit him in half, the young blood squirting out from him like a powerful stream drawing him in the salty scent and soaking his senses along with his clothes. Now the whole room's immaculate white walls were splashed with blood, making crude, yet beautiful, patterns. Reno stared at the father with menacing eyes, although he hadn't done anything to Reno, and Reno had already killed his two sons, Reno felt this strange rage toward him. He easily stabbed the charging man in the chest, the bade sliding in like butter through his smooth flesh. He locked his eyes with his brown ones, noting the shock, despair, and pain... and just for the sake of it, he turned the blade, watching his expression distort. His eyes rolled up while blood sputtered from his mouth. Reno's cuffs was overran with blood, the untainted crimson the only thing he could register. He could not believe that he had gotten himself so dirty, so "covered" in the mans' blood... him, Reno, who always got the job done clean, a squeeze of the trigger would have finished the job. It didn't take much to kill a man if you knew what you were doing.
When he was about to leave, Reno realized that he was covered with blood. He took off his coat which covered most of his body and threw it in the ground. And then Reno left the site.
Reno walked out of the door of the hotel and said good bye to the hotel maid with his charming smile, who smiled back courteously. When he was at a safe distance, he threw a small grenade looking bomb toward the hotel. However its effect was much more destructive than a simple grenade, it blew the whole hotel up. A reddish orange ball of flame rose from the ground causing the place to shake.
Reno wasn't stupid, he had to destroy the evidence, he had never gotten caught, ever. He wouldn't make this the first. Besides, this hotel seemed to get a lot of rich people coming in.
As he walked back, he thought about why he had killed him with his blade, he could have done it simply with a silenced gun. But the knife served to satisfy his thirst for vengeance. He had suffered much, because of the government and all that crap. Reno had killed more than a hundred people tonight, for what? He asked himself. He didn't know. He didn't care.
When he came back home and he took a shower, cleansing his body as well as his soul. Then he went to sleep in his bed, not having a worry, but tired. Reno went to sleep like a baby.
Not a pretty sight.
12:00 AM. Reno had just woken up and had found a note on his desk. It was from the president. The note read:
Reno:
Remedy hotel
9:30 PM
room 164
I think its mr. granger
- R.S.
ps. Drink afterwards?
Hey, a name, that's new... Oh well, it didn't matter, all he needed were always there. Place and time. He had a plenty of time left, might as well do something...
____________________________________________________________________________ _________
By 9:10, Reno was on top of the roof lying down flat, wearing a perfect black camouflage. He lay under another black blanket that made him quite, invisible. After Reno had lied down there for about five minutes, he saw a man walk in with a women, a prostitute. Reno jumped out of his black blanket and moved down the ladder, thinking 'Time of action."
Room 162, 163, ah finally 164. Reno subconsciously said aloud as he walked through the hallway. It was 9:10, but he was bored out of his mind. So he just went in anyway.
As he opened the door, he immediately took notice of what he had been expecting, a luxurious bed and on top of it, a chubby man standing on his knees. Beneath him lay a quiet creature, no more than 18. The girl was clad only in her almost see through bra and a thin thong. Her clothing seemed as if it was ripped off aggressively. Reno thought that he saw a tear gliding down her cheek, even though it wasn't highly visible through the grotesquely-thick coat of makeup. As the man glared hungrily over her, Reno broke the silence.
"Ahhm."
Both looked at him with a startled look. The man scared, and the girl almost relieved, but terrified nonetheless.
"Mr. Granger, I presume?"
The man stood up, revealing his mewling penis. Reno thought he would puke. However the man was obviously not aware of it. In fact, he put his chin up and let out a curse.
"What the fuck do you want!!"
With a smirk, Reno slid his hand under his coat to feel the sleek of the metal. After eyeing the situation and kicking the door to slam it shut, he pulled out the treasured object. He heard the girl gasp as he attached the silencer to his gun.
A wave of panic passed over his glazed eyes. Obviously trying hard not to lose his calm, the pig turned around to face him.
"I'll double whatever your pay is. Put the damn gun down."
His voice quivered at the end.
...Hell, Shinra paid him enough.
In a flash, the fool who had dared to mess with Shinra was on his knees on the floor, his pitiful form pleading for his life. However the position he was in brought Reno nothing but disgust.
"Remember this, old man."
He would have rather liked to put the gun close to his skull, letting the man feel the cold metal about to take his life away. But he was disgusted at this man... His face still flushed with whatever he was doing before, his thick neck plastered with red lipstick, with his right hand still clutching the torn material of the girl's shirt. All for a few metal coins...
His vision sharpened and he pulled the trigger. Time seemed to stop as he watched the silver sink, run straight through the crying man's skull, splitting the mass with a burst of blood, letting the gray mass run down his face.
A piercing scream was heard from the bed and he focused his attention to the quivering mass. The girl's black hair was matted to her face, apparently from crying. Her nude body caught his attention... along with the condom that, so conveniently, laid beside her.
With a foul taste in his mouth, he again aimed and fired.
____________________________________________________________________________ _________
The next day, on his desk was an another note:
Reno:
A newly developing problem;
Remedy hotel again, haha I know.
Room 281
6 pm - 8 Your choice.
- R.S.
As he opened the door, he was confronted by a plain hotel room. Within it were a gentle man who was surrounded by two kids. All boys. They were just playing by themselves. The kids were no more than 4. The man had a pair of glasses on and appeared to be in the late twenties of age. What threat this man caused Shinra, Reno did not know, perhaps he was a reporter or a scientist, trying to reveal Shinra's secret plans or corrupt Shinra, but then it did not matter. The man stared at Reno blankly,
"Can I help you?"
Reno took no notice of him, but kept staring at the toddlers. But then remembered he was here for a reason. He reached for his gun in his coat pocket, but then he saw the man. Confused. He hated the innocence that seemed to circle him. Naw, a gun wouldn't do, he would have to kill him in a more brutal way. He took out a knife. Its blade was about a foot long and four inches wide. It was about two centimeters thick, so you can imagine, it was a malicious looking knife. Almost a saber.
Suddenly, he grabbed one of the babies from the man's protecting arms and touched it's neck with his knife. Almost teasingly poked the baby. The baby however giggled and closed his eyes. This maddened Reno. He felt as if the baby was mocking him. Reno, in one instant, pushed the blade in a little bit further. The cry of the father was much louder than the victims'. Thankfully this room was a sound proof, but Reno figured that he couldn't take much more of this bullshit. He quickly sliced the baby's fragile neck off. And for the other baby, he cut it vertically in half. All he registered was the shocking green of the boy's eyes as the metal spit him in half, the young blood squirting out from him like a powerful stream drawing him in the salty scent and soaking his senses along with his clothes. Now the whole room's immaculate white walls were splashed with blood, making crude, yet beautiful, patterns. Reno stared at the father with menacing eyes, although he hadn't done anything to Reno, and Reno had already killed his two sons, Reno felt this strange rage toward him. He easily stabbed the charging man in the chest, the bade sliding in like butter through his smooth flesh. He locked his eyes with his brown ones, noting the shock, despair, and pain... and just for the sake of it, he turned the blade, watching his expression distort. His eyes rolled up while blood sputtered from his mouth. Reno's cuffs was overran with blood, the untainted crimson the only thing he could register. He could not believe that he had gotten himself so dirty, so "covered" in the mans' blood... him, Reno, who always got the job done clean, a squeeze of the trigger would have finished the job. It didn't take much to kill a man if you knew what you were doing.
When he was about to leave, Reno realized that he was covered with blood. He took off his coat which covered most of his body and threw it in the ground. And then Reno left the site.
Reno walked out of the door of the hotel and said good bye to the hotel maid with his charming smile, who smiled back courteously. When he was at a safe distance, he threw a small grenade looking bomb toward the hotel. However its effect was much more destructive than a simple grenade, it blew the whole hotel up. A reddish orange ball of flame rose from the ground causing the place to shake.
Reno wasn't stupid, he had to destroy the evidence, he had never gotten caught, ever. He wouldn't make this the first. Besides, this hotel seemed to get a lot of rich people coming in.
As he walked back, he thought about why he had killed him with his blade, he could have done it simply with a silenced gun. But the knife served to satisfy his thirst for vengeance. He had suffered much, because of the government and all that crap. Reno had killed more than a hundred people tonight, for what? He asked himself. He didn't know. He didn't care.
When he came back home and he took a shower, cleansing his body as well as his soul. Then he went to sleep in his bed, not having a worry, but tired. Reno went to sleep like a baby.