"Another day"
Black Rose, looked at the unconscious body, of the woman. She was pale and thin. She wore ragged clothes. Her right sleeve, ripped off, exposing her shoulders. Her eyes looking at her dead husband, as she lied there, wondering about her son.
"Another one"
Black Rose, slowly searched his bag. His black gloves, rubbing against the leather and the cool metal of the tools. Black Rose, eyes were unfazed, looking inside his bag. He couldn't care about the dead, husband, who was lying against the wall, with three bullet holes, in his chest. His crimson blood splattered over the ground, ceiling and the wall, he was leaning against.
His skin was white, pale, his hands, covered in his own blood, holding onto his chest, like he was holding onto his dear life, which had been faded away, looking into his gray eyes.
Black Rose, was done searching. He took out the gun, and aimed at her.
Her blue eyes fell on him. She begged him, "You don't have to do this".
Black Rose simply replied - "You are a witness sorry".
Black Rose, pulled the trigger. The sound of the shot, was shrill as it was contained by the suppressor. The woman, finally lied there dead. Her eyes went grey. The tears, fell down her cheek, as it was her own life.
"Another kill"
Black Rose, closed his bag, and finally went out. He walked out of the bedroom. He knew he had done the worst, but it didn't seem to bother him. He never blinked, as he made it to the living room.
Now stood there the child, he was nine. He looked at Black Rose, clothes. His eyes tearing up with sense of loss, grief and mainly fear. Fear so unimaginably, big, that it ate him from the inside.
Black Rose, looked at the kid, and his hands, slowly went to his left inner side jacket pocket. The kid, cried and stiffen up in fear. But Rose, pulled out a handkerchief and threw it high as he could.
The kid relieved, but as the handkerchief slowly flew down, covering his face and Rose's face, he stumbled backwards, with bullet holes on his shoulder.
The kid, covered his wound, in fear. The sense of this unimaginable, monster in front of his eyes, he couldn't scream no more.
"Please, please, please.." he said repeatedly.
Black Rose, caressed his gun as he walked towards him.
"I am getting better at Blind Shots"
The kid, teared up. "Please Mister".
Black Rose coldly replied - "I can't have future problems, best if I eliminate them, before they are born"
And without hesitation, he raised his gun up and three shots fired at the kid.
The kid, lied there with two holes in his chest and one through his forehead, opening the back of his skull, bleeding out on the floor.
"Hm.. okay" Black Rose sneered, as he made his way to the back door, and escaped to the forest.
He walked down some, distance, covering his tracks, and finally he made out to an open area, where his car was parked.
It was an old Honda Accord. Black Rose, put his stuff in and drove away.
In his mind he could think of one thing - "Another day, it is actually great that he ex was a killer. He was released, and became a drug addict, after a ruthless break up with... damn I forgot what was the woman's name, but thank you, she humiliated him online, pretty much gives him a motive. There's no sign of me, if I was ever in the town, that's for sure. Nothing, just plain old silence, as I liked"
Back Rose, hands reached out to the music player, and he put on "A man without Love", by Engelbert Humperdinck. He bobbed his head, and relaxed as he listened to the music and his thoughts - "Also, I used the same gun as her ex, the wig, the masked identity we had. The photos, of him and her, left behind, the entire house trashed, and the same shoe size and everything, it feels so good again, I made no mistakes again".
5:25 AM
Black Rose has been driving all night long, and he was finally in the desired location, out of Village 7, outside of Sacramento, taking the Golden State Highway. After some time, he stopped his car and changed into some now clothes. He took out big plastic, container from his trunk, and a bottle of Sulfuric acid. He finally submerged his clothes, as a wrap around his weapons and bags.
Black Rose, looked at his burning clothes, remembering what he had done. As a man, anyone would think about what they had done, but all he could think about is how his aim was a bit off and needs to practice better in the handkerchief trick.
Black Rose, took the container, and put it back into his truck, shut tightly and went on to a new place to find and kill.