*Disclaimer Goes Here*: Don't Own Sailor Moon, Just Borrowing a Few
Characters for a Bit. Praise be to Naoko Takeuchi/Kodansha, and Toei
Another nagging problem. And another quick fix it seemed. A glint
of silver flashed through the dark shroud of night, a split second of
blinding light that faded as quickly as it had appeared.
A muffled sound pierced the still air, full of the notable chill of
autumn. Silence descended once more, until the heavy thud of the night's
intended target rang throughout the desolate street, where rogue pieces of
litter fluttered along the cracked pavement, shadows dancing among the
patches of asphalt where broken streetlamps abandoned the gracious act of
shedding their pale shine. And this was the home of death, of the
forgotten whom the world cared not to recall. These streets carried no
real name, only a scent. Sounds and echoes of so many wrongs committed in
the stillness of night, the assassin's only confidant.
He acknowledged few, trusted fewer and made his way in the only
manner he'd ever known. By becoming more terrifying than any shadow that
stood in his way. By living just out of reach of death, and by becoming
The most deadly of all shadows emerged, booted feet moving
soundlessly across the littered sidewalk as he made his way to his felled
prey. His job was becoming a bit too tiresome, he thought, kicking the
corpse slightly as he shook his head, raven hair falling haphazardly into
his eyes while he peered down at the body at his feet.
"Fool," he hissed darkly, smoothly holstering his still smoking
magnum and wrapping his leather duster about himself more tightly. Autumn
even seemed desolate now, as if winter had managed to seize the world
within the cage of its wrath for even longer each year. Everything was so
cold. So empty and without reason. But living: it was all he did. Not
living, but existing, to witness the next morning's sunrise. And to make
his way, as few in this world dared to. It had never occurred to the man
that he should be ashamed of what or who he was. That he should fight to
be something more. No, his life had been as such, since he could recall.
No one cared. Why should he? His trade brought him money. It paid his
bills and kept food in his stomach. Clothing on his back and a roof over
his head. That was all that mattered to him. His money. His way of life
was of no concern. Not to him. Not to his clients.
The man was just another hire to the masses of business suits, all
seeking the best, and all finding that in him. Industry tycoons,
politicians, drug dealers. All the creatures that should've disgusted him.
Made his very hair stand on end. But he cared not. Their money was green
and there was an endless supply of them. Greedy, power hungry men, all
with grudges and in need of someone to do their dirtiest of deeds. And so
his reputation had been born, one that most would've been ashamed of.
But apathy was his only emotion. Anything else was pure weakness in
his eyes. The world was pathetic enough, he'd resolved, without he himself
becoming the same as the rest. His dark head rose, cerulean eyes taking in
the fading light of the heavy moon hanging in the night sky above. A
twinge of emotion attempted to peak within him as he admired the ethereal
light, a calm settling over him until he pulled himself back into his own
harsh reality. Beauty. He knew it to be an illusion. And peace was a
fantasy he would never know.
A look back over his shoulder drove him to utter a small chuckle.
"And thank you, Mr. Ramsden. A pleasure, I assure you," he mused, turning
and walking towards the place that served as his home. Though he was tired
and rather looking forward to a bit of respite, he knew that none would be
his on this night, or any other for that matter. For even his shattered
soul knew the truth his own heart denied. Loneliness was no friend, no
matter how well acquainted he'd become with it. But such was the life of
this man, who lived or died by his own accord. A man who thought nothing
of being the dealer of death. Such was the life of a contract killer.
That's about all for the prologue, but more on the way if reviews say so!
Jus' lemme' know what you think! Ja ne!
*Cosmic Moon Baby*