CHAPTER ONE: Shadows in the Night
Be careful making wishes in the dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
And besides, in the meantime I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart
My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark, Fall Out Boy
:Philadelphia, Pennsylvania January 11, 8:05PM:
Alex Oliveira scribbled furiously, trying to perfect the image in her head and replicate it onto her sketchbook. It was a beat up old thing, abused and tattered, but all the drawings inside were protected by what one could only call a passion. Alex carried it everywhere, and only a few privileged people had ever observed the art crammed within it's thick pages. Watercolor splattered some, while colored pencil covered others. As of now, she was sketching a trench coated figure, hunched over a book in the pouring rain. A hat was shadowing the man's face and monstrous shadows lurked around every edge, seeming to grab him with wicked talons. The caption, white against the grey and black background gave off an eerie warning.
Some things are best kept secret
-o-
:Philadelphia, Pennsylvania January 11, 8:07PM:
A certain man in the same part of Central Philadelphia couldn't agree more. He had been tracking him for days, around New Jersey and Pennsylvania. After his small lab in Newark had been raided and destroyed. Leroy had no choice but to flee with his dreaded knowledge. At times, he was tempted to just give in and let him have it. But no one could have his secrets. In the hands of the wrong people, the world could end.
The slightly balding scientist shivered. Though the rain had let up several hours ago, it was cold, and his jacket was soaked cleaned his glasses with a damp cloth, sighing as the only thing he accomplished was smearing the water around more. Weren't these blasted microfiber cloths supposed to work? Checking his watch he sighed, it was already eight. He remembered having a friend in Manhattan, some professor that he worked with in his years teaching biology at the University of Pennsylvania. Perhaps he could crash there and return the favor one day.
Unfortunately for Leroy Newman, he would never live to see another day.
Unbeknownst to him, the very man he had so frantically run from had been tracking him down. And his hired assassin had just landed behind Leroy, dead silent, even in the puddles that lined the sidewalk. A lone spotlight glinted off of his dark sunglasses and he was dressed in a black zip up jacket and dark grey jeans. Dark, unsuspicious, and deadly.
Only a slight gurgle was heard as the assassin viciously cut Leroy's throat. And even that small sound was hidden by the dripping rain and sounds of a Philadelphia night. The killer rooted through the ex-scientist's winter coat and grinned when he pulled out a pristine manilla envelope. In a thin scrawl was written,
Property of Leroy J. Newman
Yes, this was it. By the large bulge of papers and something else, everything his employers needed was right here. Another job done. And another large paycheck. Just how he liked it. Then as quick and efficient as he killed the scrawny scientist the mercenary was gone, just another shadow in the night. All that was left was a wide eyed corpse, dark red streams of still warm blood running down his neck.
-o-
A/N: Dia dhuit! To all those non-existent readers, I'm not sure when I will update this story next. Life is a lot busier than normal right now. Chapters will definitely be longer in the future, this one is an exception because it's kinda obscure. Think of it as a prequel. Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome!
-Chaos