Diverging paths

Old Ways Kill Harder

15/3/2043

It was the day of Arthur's last ball and they approached the grand mansion, eager to fulfill that urge that excited them.

"It...Is...Finally...Time!" The creature said.

Wing stood in street, watching the door.

There was a single, large man guarding the entrance and checking tickets.

They had made sure that they knew the latest time that people could enter.

Knowing that the time was approaching, they made way to the entrance, but remained out of sight.

"How...Will...You...Enter?!" A beast asked.

Headzo kept an eye on the man.

"As soon the man goes to lock the door, I'll sneak inside." They replied.

"What...Will...You...Do...About.
..The...Man?!" The monster queried.

"I'll take him out." They answered.

"You...Should...Kill...Him!" It suggested.

Headzo breathed out, annoyed.

"He's innocent, I have no reason to kill him." Wing gave in to their few morals.

"You...Are...Weak!" It insulted.

Wing kept an eye on the man, choosing to ignore their stalker.

Just as the man let in the last lot of people, and turned to walk inside, Wing slipped in just behind him.

Before they could be noticed, they grabbed around the man's face, blocking his airways, and putting him to sleep.

To avoid creating suspicion, they dragged the man's body outside, leaving him, in the dark.

"Pathetic!" The beast mocked.

Upon walking in, they were reminded of the richness of it all.

From the marble tiled floor, to the golden chandelier, that dangled from the ceiling, the place was wealthy and way too overtly posh.

Scanning through the room, Wing spoted a face very familiar to them.

In that second, their eyes locked, making Arthur's face turn a colour that is usually only linked to ghosts and angels.

Seeing the fear in his eyes, Wing couldn't help but grin.

Knowing Arthur couldn't leave, without causing suspicion, they got closer.

Closer.

Until they were practically centimeters apart.

"Why, hello Arthur." They spoke in a friendly manner, as Arthur was with a group.

"Can you give us a moment, with my friend here?" He asked, to the group.

Without a second thought, they left, and Arthur took Wing to the side.

"What are you doing here?" He was concerned.

They tilted their head in a robotic manner as if devoid of any humanity.

"I made you a promise. And I keep my promises." They stated. "Do you not remember?"

"Of course I remember, the words repeat over, and over again, in my mind." Dread over took him.
"I had hoped they would. Now, to the business at hand. You are going to come with me, to your office, where I will kill you; in private." They were confident.

"Why the hell would I follow you?!" he asked, in an angry whisper.

"Because I'm a killer. I have no, empathy, no care and nothing to lose. I wouldn't even give a second thought to taking an innocent's life." They noticed the continued confusion on his face. "Oh and if it wasn't clear, I know who your husband is and where he lives."