Thread: Caught Red-Handed (Cheshire Smirk & Angel)

Two crimson eyes surveyed the scene with jagged pupils, looking out from behind a white mask framed by jaw length mahogany hair. The mask was featureless besides a thin mouth with a smile that stretched to either edge, curving up nearly to the mask's eyes. Three thin horizontal red stripes trisected the mask, breaking the otherwise monochrome white. What an inconvenience! The kill was the most satisfying part of an assassin's work. In truth the silent observer had followed John home, waiting for the man to take a wrong turn down an alley or move to something less lit than a main street. The stumbling drunk had been determined to get home though, shambling along at a surprising pace. Moving like a shadow the assassin had followed John, even managed to slip in behind the man before he closed his front door without looking back. Keen ears had heard Rebecca at work in the kitchen and so the man had waited in silence as the two had their fight, watching the scene unfold like somebody watching a most amusing play. As Rebecca's vision cleared she would get a better look at the stranger standing in her kitchen. He stood at six foot three and wore a knee length black duster, a pair of close fitting black jeans, a white sleeveless shirt and a pair of ankle high boots that ended in clawed toes. The outfit had been designed for mobility and efficiency. Thirty small silver ringlets adorned the duster, each ringlet actually the pommel of a hidden blade resting in a sheath sewn into the fabric of the duster. Two glock 18-c machine pistols rested in holsters just above the man's right and left knee and a shotgun was holstered at waist level behind his back, sawed off to ensure it could easily be concealed. Who was he? What did he want? Where did he come from? Who are you? The voice that spoke was deep and cold as the ocean's darkest abyss. The question was genuine, but Rebecca would be allowed no time to respond. The man known as Rethiel liked to 'play with his' food as one would say. In an easy motion he kicked the gun far from Rebecca's grasp and then moved to John's body. Drawing a blade with a particularly vicious serration he lifted the corpse's head by it's blonde hair and went to work, sawing efficiently through the man's neck in just under ten seconds. With a rather cruel jerk Rethiel tore the man's head and then tossed it almost absent-mindedly into the sink. Even as he worked Rethiel spoke, knowing the woman would be far too horrified at what she saw to be able to anything but stand and gawk. Average people were just so easy to predict and deal with. Put them in any dangerous or abnormal situation and they froze, weak and vulnerable. Rethiel was used to infiltrating compounds or sneaking into high profile court cases, doing things that actually involved personal risk. This was a walk in the park and an icecream cone on the beach all rolled into one leisurely package. Best of all Rethiel had a new pet! Who are you to steal my kill? A contract was written and signed in blood...Who are you to take what is mine? Who are you to interfere with the darkest of pacts? Nobody, that is who. Now strip. Who in their right mind would argue with a man who had just desecrated a corpse without so much as blinking? Nobody, that's who. Rethiel waited patiently for her to comply, cleaning the blood from his knife on a nearby chair. Once the knife was adequately clean it was returned to it's sheath, Rethiel then turning that cold gaze back on Rebecca. One long finger tapped on the back of the chair, indicating the assassin was growing impatient. They had little time left until the police arrived at the scene to investigate the gunshot report, and Rethiel wanted to be down the road and on the interstate before that happened. Hopefully Rebecca would do the sensible thing and listen for now, Rethiel really didn't want to have to force her submission. Though if she did put up a fight he would not hesitate to show her who was in charge, and make her thoroughly regret disobedience. Rethiel was sadistic and dominant and held no regard for others' lives or feelings. What he wanted was his and those who stood in his way died. Hell, people died just to make his ends meet. Of course that was normal of any sociopath...But the cold, calculated way that Rethiel justified his every action was what was truly unsettling about him. People were nothing more than an ends to a means, with such an end often being their own.