The Lonely Man

Men have always fooled themselves that evil is easy to see, when it is not. For example the legend Dracula, he was seen as the son of the devil and he killed people in plain sight evil is not like this at all. Evil is quiet and waits for it's moment to strike, for there was no Dracula it was a myth but there is always people behind the myth. This evil cannot be simply be killed by good, it has to be an instrument of hate that can destroy it.

Part One: Creature

"It is a man's own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways."
-Buddha

Chapter One: She's gone!

The creature's face smiled at him, it's face centimetres away from his face. Its breath stank of the dead humans it had killed, its eyes were the colours of burning hell it's face was a deep red and shrivelled up. Saliva left its mouth and landed on his cheek and like some dangerous acid it melted away his skin.

It said 'Nick you are just a mere man why I am the thing of your nightmare' It prepared to bite

'No!' he screamed.

Nick Morris woke up from his nightmare, the one he had everyday since he could remember the creature trying to kill him.

With a sigh Nick got out of bed and looked in the mirror, his eyes were dark blue but still as always sensitive to light. His hair was brown and wiry his fringe was halfway down his forehead. He did not like the aspect of growing a beard so he had a smooth chin, he was slim but had muscle on him. Nick could feel himself getting old he was only twenty young in some peoples eyes, but then most people never got any with so many murders as he had committed. Yes he would so lay down his guns and get back to a normal life, one where he could enjoy and watch life pass him by.

Nick got changed into his standard black suit with a black tie, he got his double eagle colt and two magazine's from his draw and put it on his shoulder holster.

Nick typed in Argons on his phone and waited Argon answered on the sixth ring.

'Hello?' Argon answered.

'Its Nick have you found her?' Nick asked.

'Nick man she's gone there's no trace of her apartment is completely empty' Argon told him.

'So where is she Argon don't tell me you've lost her!' Nick yelled down the phone.

'Nick man there's this rumour of this killer going around, seems like he does this sort of thing calls himself the creature ' Argon thought he might as well know now than later.

'Well I'm going to have to go to England and kill the fucker If he's touched her' Nick said down the phone and put it down. Why Steph? The only person he had cared about missing maybe dead when he should have been protecting her from danger. He would leave his gun at home he decided he couldn't get it though customs, He would have to get one there.

Nick got his passport and money, he would by a one way ticket he decided don't know how long he could be there. As he left he put on his sunglasses it was a damn bright day and his eyes were sensitive to the light he walked to the airport.

And in London Argon shivered, he felt sorry for the son of a bitch that killed Steph. Argon was a killer put Nick he was just cold and never feared about killing anyone, Argon sometimes thought that Nick would kill him. But he saw himself as a valuable resource, he could get what you want when you want. Argon just hoped the guy that took Steph better knew what was coming his way because Nick will find him.