Kaito first saw the dirty brown lake which had bits of algae and dirt matter happily floating on it. The girly scream rose again with intensity, making his eyes search the lakeside in haste.
A look of horror briefly crossed his face when he spotted the source of such bad vibes. The man was bent in an unnatural angle, veins threatening to burst out of his face. He was missing a hand but the other was used to grab his forehead in a crushing grip. He was screaming with much intensity that spittle dripped down his mouth like a rabid bulldog nearing its end, his vocal chords surpassing every limit but that had lost its manly vigour, it now sounded like a twelve year old girl whining. Directly in front of him was a young woman, unmoving, not exactly helping.
Kaito decided to go over and find out the issue, on second thought, he withdrew back. He noticed a huge detail which he had missed. The atmosphere to begin with, was repulsive, clouded with an creepy ominous feeling and young woman was not just standing mute, she was glaring daggers at the bent heap of a human in front of her. Her eye balls reflected against the water it's unnatural purple shade. Kaito retreated back some more, he has definitely come across her kind of evil once. It was mortal.
Kaito knows her kind of evil, experienced horror and torture by one of them. She was a witch and judging by those purple eyeballs, a powerful one.
He still remembers it, he had tried to tossed it to the back of his mind. To lock it with a heavy padlock, forgetting it ever happened. Bad memories are the ones we remember most. Its stuck to your brain like a piece of gum on ones shoe. He had a brush with death and by sheer luck, he lived. He knows that the experience will always be a part of him, the part that made him afraid. It changed him in a way, afraid of the unknown, makes the hunting of his prey a skeptical issue. He draws strength on the knowledge that he implanted a swirling hot bullet deep in her egg-shaped head. But the encounter still sticks...two years ago, he remembers all of it....
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Two years ago, on the month before his Ramadan celebration. Kaito walked towards a public abandoned park. His glock-22 pistol was on his holster which was wrapped around his waist. His short sword concealed by his large industrial jacket. He will find the man here, the man he has been instructed to end.
His Client, a baldy middle aged man had contacted him via electronic mail, specifying some detailed information about the man, Lewis MacT. All in all, It was just murder. Scheduling a meeting two days ago by the warehouse house on Cain street behind the agricultural plant. Baldy with gruff red beards overlapping his large mouth was wearing an old suit, the white long sleeved shirt which has seen better days was tucked into his suit trousers, the trousers flapping in all direction as the wind. He epitomized a mafia boss who never quite made it.
Kaito though never judges one on appearance and he had been right to not judge this particular book by its cover. Inside the briefcase which accompanied Baldy was a picture of the accused and money, thousands of it.
Kaito's tongue darted put and gave a good lick around his chapped lips, his eyes dancing around the bulk of cash. All other details barely making it pass his eardrums.
Baldy with his hands gingerly holding the briefcase wide open gazed at Kaito with a sly smile.
'' Here'', he said, handing over the briefcase to Kaito. ''Remember, two days from now, Terrell will be at that location. End him and...I want an evidence of the kill."
''Done."
Those factors, the biggest of them, his love for the finest things in life, brought Kaito here. Walking among the nightlife of Edo City to this unprecedented location. His dark boots sounding unnaturally loud as he walked through the gates of the park. It wasn't abandoned anymore as it has naturally become a breeding ground for the lowlifes and scums of the society. Scums of different gender. Some huddled together near the merry-go-round, passing around a jumbo sized blunt. Others engaging in shady business around the gigantic horse statue, while the loners caved themselves in secluded corners by the park, a blanket over their shriveled bodies.
Kaito observed,his eyes open to all. He was trying to be cautious. The amount paid for this lump of human head was not normal. Baldy certainly, intentionally, hide certain details from him. So Kaito had to be extra caution. He walked passed the gigantic horse statue, heading towards the fun house which glowed different light colour.
Turning the door knob, he entered as silently as a ghost.
The long hall was dimly lit by a single yellow bulb. Footsteps echoing loudly in different directions, bouncing off the wall in a lazy rhythm. Kaito body practically stuck to the wall as he shuffled forward, his eyes alert, on the prowl. Slowly he whipped out his short katana, it glittered wickedly under the dim lightening of the hall. To move stealthily without alerting Lewis, he will have to kill any rat he encounter, silently brutal. A grated steel stairwell at the right corner of the hallway ahead of him came into focus. High grounds will be most ideal for this mission. So he began to jog up, two stairs at a time.
Lewis stared on ahead, the two guys that surrounded him, bored him to no end. Slitting his throat with a blunt knife will be agonizing better than having to spend another minute listening to them talk about their conquest. They were like two kids who measured their strength with pathetic squabbles. He look lazily at his fingernails, extremely short and ugly from his bad habit of constantly biting off pieces. A habit that never seems to leave. His studied his lefthand fingernails, his mouth slowly descending to his thumb, raking, then finnally biting of a chuck of nail which left it wet and slightly bleeding. This guys were exhausting, he was here to talk business but they, discuss other ''important'' issues. He crossed one leg over another, the iron chair which he sat on painfully digging into his butt. The things he had to endure for the sake of his business. If it weren't a little bit illegal, he won't be here enduring these two idiots who sat directly across him, facing each other.
Hot air suddenly whipped past his ear at a tremendous speed, leaving a thin cut on his left ear, no deeper than a paper cut. One of the fucktards he had come to discuss business with was instantly sporting a bullet sized hole on his forehead, red liquid blood gushing out like a broken tap.
Lewis whipped his head back instantly, his neck cracking a little from the force. His eyes first spotted the blood which pooled at the top of the second floor before he took notice of the lithe man who stood beside the pool of red liquid, staring murderously at him, a sword at hand.
At an instance, before he could blink, the sword was hurled at him. Sharply, on instinct, he flunked himself off his chair to the ground. His chair also accompanying him, making a heavy clanking sound as it hit the floor. Getting into a crouching position, he looked back to check where the sword trajectory had gone. The second fucktard was in a kneeling position, his face concocted in anguish, mouth wide open, eyes bulging in tears, the sword sticking deeply inside his spinal back. Slumping forward, he dropped to the floor.
Lewis gnashed his teeth, death seems to be always knocking at his door ever since he betrayed Krum. None of the previous men sent though had succeeded. He would have long ago been licking the dust with all the attempts his enemies have made. His body already turning to manure for the trees yet to grow but thanks to the ally he had gotten, his life was somewhat secured. He stared back at the man who stood by the upstairs balcony, another death this night, it surely won't be his. Retrieving a whistle from inside the pocket of his green jeans,he did the tradition. He placed it on the tips of his lips and blew hard.
Another death this night, it surely won't be his.