A man was walking down the street late at night with a hood thrown over his head making only his dark goatee visible. Took a right down a dark and smelly alley. A hobo could be seen asleep next to a dumpster. There was a door colored back with a single red diagnol slash on it, the hooded man made his way to it and knocked two times. A small shutter slid open and revealed a dark set eyes that nothing. "Redrum." the hooded man whispered. The shutter closed and the door open show the man with the dark eyes. He was wearing a suit. "He's been expecting you." The man in the suit said gruginly. The hooded man didn't even acknowledge him just kept going, making his way down a narrow barely lit hall. The furhter he went the more music could be heard growing more loud with each step. At the end of the hall was another door. He just pushed his way through it. Music was blasting, people dancing, drinking, and some one was over dosing in the corner. This was not your average club but an underground club where drugs was pushed mainly exctasy.
He went behind the bar ignoring the bartenders as they ignored him to one last door. He walked in to smell of smoke, alcohol and sex. A man was sitting in a chair in front of a desk with a woman in his lap half naked. Two more men was standing the corners as still as statues, all wearing suits. The man in the chair looked up to the newcomer. "Mason" He said calmy. "I've been expecting you."
"So I heard." Mason replied. The in the chair grabbed a brown thick envelope from his drawer and slid across the desk. "This came in and they want it done immediately." "They all do," Mason said while grabbing the envelope and opening it. Pulling out a 100K in cash with a picture. He grabbed the pictured looking at it. It was a picture of a woman with long red hair. He turned it over and read it. "Lilly Matherson." Mason said in a whisper. He turned to leave with the picture and the cash. "Oh and Mason make it bloody."
The next night Mason found his target or his prey he liked to muse. He was the wolf and she was the sheep. Easy prey sheep he thought. He followed her like a ghost waiting for the right moment. Something must have gave him away or she just got real paranoid all of sudden. He didn't know and didn't care it would be over soon. She jumped down the sewer. "So she wants to be a rat and not a sheep." He said to himself. He jumped down after. He could her feet splashing echoing off the wall he ran after her the need for quiteness was over she chose her own quick demise coming down here he thought. As he ran he pulled a smalled curved blade it looked like a talon off some creature, it was made for gutting.
