Hide And Seek ( Alex Goot Elle Fowler Sam Tsui )

Chapter 4.

Alex and Elle started streaking through the night, barely even paying attention or watching their surroundings as they ran. Tonight, they were not out to kill a soldier. But to kill an American. Women had come to them recently and had reported on many acts of rape, by a man, of which all their descriptions of them were all the same and matching. Today's goal was to rid the world of such a human being. America did not need him anyway, hence they were going to dispose of him tonight.

Alex saw the supposed alley where all these stuff happened, and knelt down behind a clump of bushes. This man was quite stupid, bringing women to the same place every single time he commited his crime. The poor guy was too pathetic to even have thought of changing out of his shirt, or covering his face. There was quite a distance from where they were to the alley, but both could get a clear view of what was happening in there. They either used a gun or arrows for such short distances like this, silent yet effective.

And of course, guns were only for emergencies. The black market did not sell silencers for the guns. People were trying to sleep right now, it seemed a little cruel to be scaring them awake with their gun noises while they were on a mission. So the rule at night, was not to use their guns, unless it was an emergency or that they had obtained a silencer.

Not that silencers were exactly good at muting the sounds of gun fire. It just sort of made it sound like it was not a gun shot. People here in America knew how a gun shot should sound like, that the moment they heard it and identified, they started to panic. But a silencer would make the kind of guns that Alex and Elle had sound more like a staple gun, which had less chance of scaring people, hopefully. Alex and Elle had never had the chance to test one silencer out, especially with their newly bought .22 long rifle, which a silencer was supposed to work magically for.

The silence and the duration of the entire night mission so far was making the two of them a little bored, but they knew that no matter how long it took, they were going to get the man tonight. This kind of things could not be tolerated, and should be dealt with as soon as possible, to prevent others from getting harmed in the future. Alex took off the bow around his shoulders, along with an arrow, flexing his arms, and testing how fast he could move without seriously causing his bullet wound to hurt.

As if on cue, the silence of the night was broken by the chuckling of a man and shuffling shoes on concrete.

Elle turned her head, ponytail slapping her own face and hitting her eyes due to the speed of her head turning. She cursed it under her breath in annoyance, slapping her hair away from her eyes, to look at the alley. The girl with the laughing man looked drunk, or high on drugs or something. She was barely even walking straight in those high heels, depending on the man to walk. Alex remembered that there was a night bar two streets down. That might have been where these two might have come from.

The man suddenly pushed the girl against the wall on the inside of the alley, taking her by surprise. And that was when all the laughing stopped. No noise came from the girl, but even from where they were, it was clear that she was trying to push him away. Alex and Elle could see her struggling shadow given off by the flickering lamp above them. They had to do something now.

It was definitely this guy, the one that all of the girls had been complaining about. He was wearing the same red and black striped shirt, and denim ripped jeans. Even his balding spots were accurate. There was no denying that this was the right man that the two of them had sacrificed their sleep to kill. Alex just needed to kill him now, before he did any serious damage to the girl's mind and self.

Alex placed the arrow in the right position on the bow. Dragging the string back with two fingers, he tilted his bow towards the building. It was all down to estimation, which a good archer had to do. He was always the one who fired the arrows, because Elle could not deal with how slow the arrow was compared to the guns that they use. Even as his bullet wound was burning furiously, Alex forced himself to hold the bow and arrow in the right position.