Hello all. Second part here. Much shorter, this time though.

Assassin 0.2

Kevin had just settled himself on his perch as he observed the serial killer pulling his newest victim into the darkness. She was struggling which meant she was still alive. So this killer was the kind that played with his victims before going for the kill? Kevin had hunted and killed many of his kind with great relish. This night was going to be one of his more memorable ones since awakening in this world. But he cannot strike yet, the girl was struggling too much; too risky. He might hit her.

The serial killer pushes her onto the wall and presses his blade on her throat. Not yet. The killer's weapon might kill her if he did not strike true, but his beloved Debaser screamed for the killer's blood.

The man talked some more and the girl sobbed. He gave silent apology to the girl for taking so long and for the trauma she will no doubt carry with her after tonight, but he needed to wait just a bit more. The right moment to strike was coming. The girl screamed and the man silenced her. Kevin materialized his throwing knives behind his back. He felt his body lighten all of a sudden due to the runes that he kept hidden under a black, fingerless glove on his left hand to hide their glow.

The serial killer raised his weapon above his head.

Now! Three flashes of silver sped straight at the killer, descending from the night like holy lightning. In less than a second, the silver knives had reached the man. But instead of hearing the familiar sound of blades digging into flesh, Kevin heard the distinct noise of steel hitting steel.

In the last possible moment, 'Jack', in an unprecedented display of agility, had let go of the girl and spun around in a wide, clumsy arc, and slashed the knives out of the air. Two of the knives clattered on the floor, but the last one, much to Kevin's horror, veered off course toward the girl.

The girl screamed as she felt the knife cut deeply into her arm, a splash of blood falling onto the ground. Luckily for her, the knife did not stab into her, only grazed her arm as it hit the wall and fell on the ground next to her. However, she risked infection if the cut was not treated soon.

"Come out! I can see you!" The man yelled, pointing his blade at the assassin.

Kevin grit his teeth in anger, both at his target and at himself for underestimating him. He didn't expect to meet a man of this caliber, not so soon, anyway. The way he moved, as unskilled as it was, was fast and precise, too good to belong to a mere serial killer. Even more that a single cut managed to intercept his knives out of the air, knives thrown far too fast for normal people to see. This 'Jack' had no formal training, Kevin deduced from the man's poor stance and the awkward way he held his blade. However, that single move showed that the man possessed something even greater than training or experience, something that one had to be born with. And Kevin knew what it was.

The disposition of an assassin.

This man was just like Kevin.

The Killer7's assassin understood then how this man was able to evade capture and continued to kill for so long. Heightened senses, especially those that detect danger and bloodlust, sharp minds for memorizing the layout of any location and quickly thinking of ways to use the environment for any purpose, and the muscle and bone structure suited for fighting to kill; these are the gifts of a natural born killer.

People born with this disposition are incredibly rare, even if a person was involved with the business. Even the Killer7, hailed as one of the other world's greatest assassin organizations only possessed two of these natural born assassins.

The Hellion was the other.

Speaking of the Hellion, the Four-Eyes heard his screams for release, eager to let himself loose in a battle against another killer of men. But Kevin would not allow it. The normally taciturn man felt excitement rise in him joining his deep anger. 'Jack' was his prey.

In an instant, Kevin dived straight at the serial killer, unsheathing his custom made knife, Debaser, and swung him at the killer, the man blocking the strike with his own weapon. Kevin, however, was trained whereas 'Jack' was not, so his strength managed to push the serial killer back a ways. The man stumbled, catching himself on his feet while Kevin landed and took the opportunity to position himself between the killer and his would-be victim.

Jessica trembled and sobbed, staring at the back of the man who saved her. She could not speak due to her fear and pain, but she thanked the pale skinned man over and over again. As if reading her mind, Kevin turned his head and nodded. The serial killer laughed.

"Another one that wants to take my head, huh?" The killer tilted his head. "Heh~ you'd be the 15th one now, I think. You are most certainly not a noble... but you're not a commoner either. You smell... the same as I do~."

Kevin said nothing, but he agreed.

The killer giggled. "Oh~ a quiet one, hm? A normal bounty hunter would be cursing my existence right about now and saying some things about bringing me to justice and whatnot. It's a bit different, but it's nice. I like you."

Kevin took a stance.

"He he. All business, huh?" 'Jack' laughed. "You're definitely different from all the others. Even just standing there like that... it gives me shivers." And indeed, the serial killer was noticeably trembling. "My gut tells me that you're deadly, that you're someone that I shouldn't be messing with, that I should run away right now and never stop. It never did that before." Unseen from the shadows in his hood, he licked his lips. "It's exciting. I've never felt this way before! Could you be the one to finally fill this insatiable void eating away at me?"

Kevin didn't answer. He prepared.

The killer smiled and raised his weapon as well. "Well, we'll see won't we!?"

And in an instant, the two men closed their distances and clashed with the ring of steel on steel.

As always, please leave some of your thoughts and criticisms!