Dark, the best time of day or night, the opportune time. I watched and waited in the dimly lit alley, waiting for one to come along. One newsie, one was all I asked, although I would appreciate more. Not long after I saw two unsuspecting newsies walking down the alley. I ducked back into the shadows, and heard them get closer, and closer.
One was walking behind the other; I watched the first one pass, and then the second. I ran at the second, and pulled him into the shadows without a sound. He was stunned, and I slit his throat. His last breath was louder than I expected, and his friend noticed. He walked towards me, but couldn't see me in the shadow.
I lunged out at him, pinning him against a wall. He tried to fight back, but I smashed his head into the side of a building. The newsie fell to the ground, but he was still alive. I could hear his moaning as I stabbed the knife into his heart. Deeper and deeper I stuck it in. Pulling the knife out I wiped it on his shirt.
The knife had made a deep wound into his chest, blood was oozing profusely. I hesitated as I stuck my hand into the blood, and pulled it out. On the building, above the body, I wrote "DRAKO" in dark, red blood. Pressing my hand firmly against the building I left my bloody handprint to stain the wall. I stepped back to admire my work, the common sinister smile came, and I ran off into the streets.