Oh sorry now, but I have to boost the story's rating to R. I've been told by several people on the board that this chapter is definitely R rated, so I can't disagree with such unity.

Chapter 6: Cloaked in Darkness

Night had fallen. Jack had spent the rest of the day preparing for what would be his first nightly nightmare run. His plan had to be executed perfectly, his victim had to be executed perfectly. He had polished his tools up all shiny and made himself a cloak to better hide him in the dark of the night.

It had taken him a while, but Jack had finally decided on who he would kill and what would be his preferred tool for tonight. When the church bell rang nine times, that would be his cue, that would be when he would shroud himself in his cloak and go out to strike swift vengeance. All he had to do was wait...

Over on the other side of Mineral town, down at the beach, Won snuck out of his and Zack's house. He always went for a swim at night, he liked the exhilarating feeling of the cold water flowing over his body. After a quick look around to see that no one was around, he took off his shirt and pants and waded out into the water.

Won sighed as the waves slowly fell across his nude body. Nothing quite so nice as a skinny dip. Off in the distance, he heard the church bell begin ringing. Nine, that means everyone was going home, he was safe to do whatever he wanted. He took a deep breath and dove underneath the pitch black water and just swam for the heck of it.

A while later, Won had grown tired of swimming, and just floated on his back looking up at the moonless night. A new moon always sent a shiver down Won's spine, it seemed almost ominous without it's soft light shining down on him.

In the silent night, Won was easily able to hear several quick clicking noises. The sound, Won knew it well, it was the sound of somebody's shoes on the stone steps coming onto the beach. He smiled smugly, "Hey, maybe that was one of the pretty ladies coming to visit old Won, maybe give me a little fun..."

Won swam back to shore and walked out. "Hello?" he asked, but nobody answered. It was too dark to see anything, so he listened as hard as he could for the sweet footfalls of a pretty lady. "I know you are here, there is no reason to be afraid, it's just me, good old Wonny."

Won strained his ears and heard what he was looking for. A very soft muffled sound of someone walking across the sand, and a gentle rustling which he knew could be nothing else but a girl taking off her clothing. Oh lucky day, he thought, tonight he was going to get a little action with a mystery girl! He could barely contain his excitement. The sound slow moved circled around him. "Where are you going my girl? Why won't you speak to me?" Won waited for an answer, but got none. "Can you at least tell me your name?" The sound stopped right behind him.

"My name is Retribution!" Jack called out as he swung around his hammer hard at Won's head. Jack heard the sound of Won's skull cracking and several teeth being shattered. "I am the black angel!" Won gasped and feel to his knees, unable to speak. "That is right, kneel before me, like the dog you are!" Jack cried out as he swung the hammer again. He could feel Won's head cave in like it was little more than paper.

Jack stood over Won's dead body. He held the hammer out over Won's head, holding the very end of the handle and letting the end swing freely. "Justice has been served." And with that Jack dropped the hammer. It crushed into Won's head, destroying him, removing his identity, making him have a face no longer.

Jack reached down and took the hammer and washed it in the ocean. He began to leave but he remembered something. Jack walked over to Won's clothes and pulled his wallet out of the pocket. "I had forgotten that you owed me."

Walking away, hammer clinched fist in hand, the light wind gently caressed Jack's cloak, creating a soothing rustling sound.