Prologue

A figure swiftly ran down the darkened hallways, body melting into the shadows as if it was one, the only thing showing its presense was a reflecting flash from the tainted blade which danced through the tension filled air to a deadly tune. The blade made contact with anyone in the figure's path, splattering crimson on the tile floors and white walls. The only other thing seen within the darkness was the worst thing of all, the figure's dark, wine red eyes. The eyes pierced a deadly glare into the hearts of anyone who caught sight of the fathomable pools of blood.
The figure continued its way, turning left after seeing a group of soldiers racing toward it, guns in hand, loaded and ready to fire freely at their will. It ran straight inside an open elevator door and found itself in a dead end, the mask covering any features of worry or fear that may have displayed on its face. A shout from some of the soldiers caught its attention and the figure jumped up, grabbing a hold on a small handle, attached to a small escape door on the ceiling, and used the weight of its body to yank the door open. Grabbing a hold on the sides of the newly made opening, the figure pulled its body through it just as the soldiers entered the cart. A gunshot alerted their systems, followed closely by another one, and the last thing the group remember was the sick feeling of their stomachs in their throats as they fell fast down a five story elevator shaft. The figure clinging to a metal link which pulled it up the shaft and to the top floor, otherwise known as its destination.
The figure exited the shaft and ran straight for the door at the end of the corridor, entering the room without a sound, immediately catching sight of the only other person in the room. A man stood, gazing out the large window as if he was awaiting for the figure to arrive, but never moved an inch as the figure caught it in a headlock, silver blade tainted with the blood of his followers positioned dangerously at his neck.
"I see you have arrived young one," the man said to the masked figure, shrowded within the darkness of its clothing.
"So what if I have. The real thing I'm more interested about is what got into your mind of trying to even attack the others?" the masked figure demanded, voice disguised causing it to be difficult to make a definite choice on the figure's gender.
"Money," the man replied, greed flashing in his eyes.
"Wrong answer"
The blade glided against the man's throat, slicing the flesh open, blood instantly sputtering freely to the ground, and down the length of the blade, soaking the figure's gloved hands. Letting go of the man, allowing him to collapse, the figure turned the the security camera, giving it a mock salute, before the dark, cold ruby eyes winked and the figure disappeared, the shadows seemingly swallowing it up.