Reaper

Prologue

Something is wrong...

That's the only thought that kept running through Antonio "Toni" Didario's mind. His dreams plagued by nightmares. He couldn't figure what had scared him so, but he had woken in pool of cold sweat, heat thumping with such veracity that it was practically beating against his chest. His breath coming out in heavy panting.

It was the silence that woke him. His home was never this silent before. There were always men patrolling along his estate outside and inside. Making sure everything was in order.

Now sitting there in his bed alone he can hear complete silence. Reaching for his bedside table, he flicked the switch of the lamp was held there. Nothing happened, the room remained in total darkness. He tried again, but like before nothing happened.

Toni's hand travelled lower to the draw, slid it open. His 9mm pistol was kept there. With hands reaching in only to touch the empty bottom of it, confusion was short lived. Suddenly, the tip of blade was placed at his throat.

"You won't find it in there." A very feminine voiced spoke softly.

A strong rust scent filled his nostrils, and s wet sticky substance stuck against the skin of his neck from the blade. Toni gulped, causing his Adam's apple to bob up and down.

"Who are you? What do you want?" He asked, trying to keep calm but failing miserably.

"Who I am is of no concern to you. What I want however is. You see I was paid to do a job and I plan on delivering tonight. I am sorry Mr. Didario, but unfortunately I want your head."

"What..."

Before he can finish his sentence, the shadow holding the blade to his neck had lifted and swung her hand and Toni's head rolled down onto the black silk, Egyptian sheet as blood sprayed up against the walls.

Picking up his head, the shadow carefully sheathed her katana sword behind her back. Taking a plastic bag from her pocket, she shook it out and dropped the dead man's capacitated head inside. Then dumping it on a satchel to her side.

Walking out through the hallways leading from the dark bedroom, she passed many severed, dead bodies on the way out. She headed to the garage, cellphone in hand, she made a single phone call.

"Job's done. I will be at the meeting point in twenty minutes. Have the rest of the money ready." With that she hung up.

As she got to the garage door, she swiped a pair of keys and remote hooked on the wall next to the doorway. She headed to a beautiful Harley Davidson. Jumping on she started it, pressing a small button on the remote. The garage doors lifted, and she disappeared into the night.