Third Person POV

The man walked through the empty streets of London, his brown coat flapping in the wind.

"Hey, you there!" came an overly British voice. "You shouldn't be wandering the streets alone," said the voice, the words flowing out like water.

The man kept walking, not even sparing the Englishman a glance.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, mate!" yelled the voice, clearly drunk.

The drunk man started toward the cloaked stranger, an empty glass bottle raised as if he were about to strike. As he began swinging the bottle down, without even looking, the man shot his arm back, knife in hand. The cool steel pressed hard against the Englishman's neck.

"Wha-!" squeaked the drunk man. "Where'd ya get that f-from?" he whimpered.

"Back. Off." the man spoke, his voice deep and monotone.

"O-ok, I'll walk away. Just don't hurt me!" he squealed, his rough beard and fat face now visible under the nearby streetlamp.

The man resumed walking, his pace brisker than before.

"What's his deal?" muttered the distraught drunk, his words still slurred.

The stranger in the coat was named David, a member of the LAPD. His father was the head of a major crime syndicate, and his mother was a famous survivalist with her own TV show. Despite his wealth and influence, David had always preferred being a cop. He enjoyed the feeling of saving people and making Los Angeles a safer place to live. But David had a dark side, and he knew it. He assumed it stemmed from his father.

At the moment, David was in London, England, for a little "work," as he often called these trips. His reason for this visit was rather dark—something most people would consider bad and illegal. He had come to kill someone.

This story isn't for the faint of heart or those who can't stand violence and gore. It's for those willing to read a tale of murder, revenge, and tragedy. The events that unfold in this story are both gruesome and mysterious. So if you believe this might be a bit too much for you, click off now.

"Here..." David said grimly.

He had stopped in front of a large building, its stone walls appearing pearly gray in the moonlight. Outside the structure stood two guards dressed in black, their muscles visible through their suits. They noticed him as one pointed, talking to the other. David continued his advance towards to the building.

"Hey, you! What do you want?" Barked the guard, his eyes invisible through his black sunglasses.

"Get ready." Whispered David.

"Oi?"

Just then David pulled out a small pistol with a silencer attached to the end. He began his assault on the building by using this gun to place to pallets of lead in the guards foreheads.

"You'd love the city. They said, The people our nice, they said." David muttered to himself.

TO BE CONTINUED...