Chapter Seven: The Rat
Felix stood on the rooftop, scanning the crowd below. He saw a dog chasing a leaf, barking without a care. He saw a man running through the crowd, picking pockets. He saw a woman, speaking to a group of her peers. He saw another woman stepping out of a restaurant with an ice cream cone in hand. He saw a couple subtly flirting, sitting on the lip of the lucky fountain. He saw a child directly below him, crying over a lost balloon. But no rat.
Noticing the balloon the child had let go of float toward him, he caught it. Leaving the rooftop, he found his way to the crying child.
"I think you let this go," he said.
The child looked at him teary-eyed, and when he saw the balloon in Felix's fist, be began to beam. Handing the boy the balloon, Felix walked off, losing himself in the crowd.
Felix stepped into the tavern that was situated right outside the Collosso stadium. He looked around, and spotted his rat.
Why are they always in the last place you can possibly look?
Felix walked to the tavern keeper. He told him that he had been paid to deliver a message to a person in the tavern, but he didn't know him. He asked the owner to tell an Eric Sal that there was someone in the alley for him, delivering his custom-ordered sword. Felix walked out the door and stood in the alley.
Of course, there was no sword waiting for him. At least, not one that was custom-made. However, Felix was counting on the fact that he'd be too wasted to remember that. Sure enough, the drunk stumbled around the corner, into the secluded alley. Felix hid behind the garbage bin, waiting for his prey to step within the shadows…
He was about 5 feet tall, over-weight, bald, wearing a shirt that didn't contain his belly and pants that didn't contain his back end. He had short, greasy hair, apparently intended to be gelled into a mohawk. He wore shoes with the toes worn out, big yellow toenails sticking through. He had fat, crooked, coffee-stained teeth. At least he still had all of them. Not for long.
Felix jumped out at the rat named Eric, and before he sobered enough to realize what was going on, he had been stabbed in the throat to stop him from screaming, and stabbed in the heart to stop blood flow. Soon, his pathetic excuse for a life was over.
A few minutes later, and there was a freshly dug hole in that alley, right underneath the trash bin, where no one would see it. Felix slammed his blade deep into the ground to wipe away any blood, and sheathed his sword.
Hmph. That wasn't as hard as I thought it would be.
He looked around. It was a nice day. The sun was shining. Birds were chirping. There were few clouds. It was a bright, cheerful day! Felix loved it. Good day, loose ends tied off, kid helped out, people dieing…Yes, Felix loved his life.
Standing outside Z's place, Felix placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. You could never be too careful at Z's. After all, he could just decide not to like you anymore. Walking inside, Felix looked for the man. Deciding he wasn't home, he left a note on the cabinet, saying that the problem had been eliminated, and that Felix was leaving.
Walking outside, Felix started toward Vault. It had been a while since he had been there. While he was there, maybe he'd pay a visit to Vale….