It was a normal day for Shizuo. Get up get dressed, eat a quick breakfast and go to work with Tom. Today they had a few debts to collect, nothing out of the ordinary. Most of them were smart enough to pay up rather quickly when they recognized who Shizuo was. Those who didn't pay got to know what it was like to fly for a few moments before falling back to the pavement. No sign of the bastard flea, so Shizuo was in a better mood than usual. So that was a plus. Finally, Tom and Shizuo reached the last stop of the day.
"His name is Tooru Kei. Has been avoiding all contact for the past few days, won't even answer any phone calls." Tom explained as he knocked at the door. "Maybe he died." Shizuo said calmly, not caring much. At first no one answered the door. But then they heard some movement inside the house. A soft voice then spoke out, though the door still shut tight and locked. "Go away." The voice sounded frightened. "We are here to collect the money you owe. So just give us the money and we will go away." Tom said with a worried frown, noticing Shizuo already looked pissed. 'Great, this man may ruin one of the few days Shizuo was actually calm.' He worried, wondering if Shizuo would break the door down, or rip out the mailbox first,
"Money...oh that. I, well, I can't pay you right now. I'll pay you next week i promise. I just can't right now." The voice responded, sounding tired and nervous. "We are not in the habit of giving people extensions unless they have a very good~" Tom was cut off as the door slowly opened and Tooru peeked out. The man was covered in bruises, cuts, and a cast on his right arm, and left leg. "I don't have the money right now, I spent it all on my hospital bills." He responded. Shizuo's anger faded as he saw the man and heard his reason for not paying.
"I see. Well, I guess an extension can be allowed this once. But, what happened, a car accident or something?" Tom asked curious about the man's condition. The man looked around as if making sure no one was watching them, then shook his head no. "I was, attacked." He responded. "By who, an entire gang?" Shizuo questioned. Since very few individuals could cause that much damage on their own. "Not a who. A what. This thing, looked like something from nightmares. An actual monster. I shot it too. Point blank in the chest. And the dammed thing didn't even flinch." The man explained sounding panicked.
"A monster, eh? Describe him to us." Tom demanded wanting to know who or what caused such damage. "He was tall, very tall, and slender. He was fast. So fast. He wore mostly black, but his trench coat had some red. He had a black mask over his eyes, those eyes...they...wow. They were so vivid and piecing. It happened at night yet before I even saw him, I could see those almost glowing blue eyes staring at me. His fingers were tipped with metal claws, and metal spikes on his knuckles. His hat was rimmed with blades, and he carried more knives than I could count. He was so strong and proceeded to break my arm and leg, and cut me up some. He even stabbed my arm. The blade went so deep it pierced through bone. All the while not saying a word. When he finally stopped, I thought he was going to kill me, but he merely walked away leaving me."
As the man explained he began to get more frightened and nearly broke down in tears. Shizuo looked at Tom questioningly. They both were thinking the same thing. What on earth would be that strong brutal and violent, yet leave the man alive? "Did you call the cops?" Tom finally asked after a few moments of stunned silence. Tooru nodded. "They suggested that maybe it was that killer Hollywood. Though why it spared me they couldn't explain." He responded. When done talking with the man Shizuo and Tom went to Russia sushi to get some food and debate what to do about this strange attacker.
Once at Russia sushi, Tom and Shizuo sat down. They were done with work for the day, but now both of them wanted to know who or what had attacked Tooru. "You think that guy was telling the truth, about that thing?" Shizuo asked Tom. Tom shrugged. "His fear seemed genuine. But the description. Sounds like something from a horror movie. And if he really shot it, how come it survived?" The brown haired man responded, waiting for Simon to come and take their order. "Yeah, other than me, and Hollywood no one can take a bullet like that and survive. At least, not to my knowledge." Shizuo said, wondering if it was Hollywood. Though if so, why did the serial killer decide to spare this one man's life when it had never shown mercy before.
"What's this about Hollywood?" Simon asked, as he came over to take the men's order. "Ah Simon. We were just discussing some, creature that attacked someone. One of the men who we collect from had recently been attacked." Tom explained. "Oh, and this, creature. Is it something we should worry about?" Simon asked, his usual cheery voice now serious and almost grim sounding. "Not sure yet. Didn't kill the guy. But apparently took a bullet to the chest without even flinching." Shizuo told the Russian. Simon frowned. "I see, so this thing may not be easy to fight off if it were to attack again." Tom and Shizuo nodded at Simon's response.
