The dark of the night was heavy, no light was seen, even the moon was blanketed by thick dark clouds. The tension in the air was so thick it was tangible. Even stray cats hid themselves. The scent of blood about to be spilled was reeking everywhere even before any action was taken, a sure sign that tonight the sun won't rise at dawn.
Two groups of black clothed men were skirting around each other both waiting for instructions from their leaders to strike as soon as they had a go ahead. Both groups of men moved stealthily, not making sound or moving harshly. It is only right to say, these were all trained mercenaries.
Blood was going to be spilled tonight and no one was apologetic about it. Nobody was sure they will live to tell the tale the next day, the unassuming individual around town had their hearts in their throats as they awaited dawn.
Even the police were careful in their steps, not moving to harshly so as to not ensue havoc among the already sensitive atmosphere. Not that they were useless as the people's police, but they usually worked on a government's budget and were understaffed tonight, also they were afraid if they didn't thread carefully the collateral damage will be more than what the nation could handle. However, they haven't counted on the fact that love was a force with no boundaries.
The silence of the night was interrupted by a rumbling in the sky like a siren calling unto death, even the killers' breath hitched because they knew the game of death was about to begin.
The helicopter that's been rumbling for about ten minutes by now started descending down an unauthorized landing space and settled. The wind rattled the atmosphere so much, even trees looked like they were about to be rotted out the ground. The men around had to hold themselves steady against the strong wind.
Yet, the vibrations of the ground caused by the helicopter didn't faze the godlike man that came down the helicopter steadily in a pitch black suit, with no tie on and the first two buttons unbuttoned. His looks alone can make women flood their underwear and turn straight men in the opposite direction. He looked like he had just come out of a magazine shoot, however this night his usual seductive grey eyes held nothing but danger. His face was devoid of emotion like a man who lost everything and nothing could subdue him. Even the wind around him seemed afraid to ruffle him.
Known as a ruthless businessman since his takeover of his father's business, a multi billionaire and a sucker for perfection, his name suited him well - Marcellus (Warrior). Marcellus King looked straight ahead, his long legs moved in unhurried long strides in a straight line until he stopped five feet away from another handsome man who looked like a fallen angel, lucifer, himself.
This man was unruly and didn't look like he had a care in the world. He stood there in a composed manner as he watched Marcellus stride to him with his hands in his pocket and an unlit cigarette between his lips. His brown eyes were menacing, even his iris was red. The scar edged on his upper left eye was uncovered by his fringe and made everything about him scream danger.
Clifton Goliath, born and bred around pools of blood and death. A gangster at heart. He was the king of the underworld, without a care for the rules of the land. Claw, his underground and most preferred name, quietly took a cursory look as if trying to take in how much Marcel brought with him.
"My wife. Now!" Marcellus baratone roared lowly to Claw after staring at each other for a good five minutes. His voice laced with danger as if death calling. Claw just stood there watching him, looking unaffected by his ice-chilling voice, he was accustomed to many life-threatening situations -he himself was a life threatening situation. Claw took a deep breathe as if to soothe himself from roaring back at him, and gave a short grin as he said in a measured teasing tone "I didn't know you were married, Marcel, how come I wasn't invited to your wedding?"
Marcellus stood there looking like he was reigning himself not to kill Claw right there and then. He folded his arms and calmly said "If you don't give me my wife at this instant, I will plough you by your roots"
Claw gave a low chuckle and looked around them and back at Marcellus in a playful stance and answered "Give it your best shot," he took out his hands out of his pockets and threw them in the air in an I-don't-care attitude, lit up a cigarette and said, "I told you, I don't have any wife of yours, and what? You gonna take me down with just fourteen bodyguards and seven snipers?" he sniggered and continued "I'll wait for you to get to the roots." He smirked and blew out the smoke he just dragged, then he strutted away as if he had no care from the world or the man behind him.
Marcellus King just stood there watching the man disappear into the night. He knew Claw was going to undermine him and that only only meant getting his wife sooner. He pulled his mouth into a cold smile that didn't even look like a smile but handsome still.
"Mission accomplished, sir" his subordinate reported quietly next to his ear and he took a last look at the disappearing fleet of cars and turned back. He got into his helicopter and the city lights came on.