Fade To Black: Shadows

Genesis

"No not today," said Raji Said, a tall, lanky, dark skinned Indian man. Raji had a long goatee, a cap on his head and two earphones.
"I hate to go to work," he said to himself . He was begging and praying for him not to have to go, then when he was walking on the crowded pedestrian crossing, he felt it. Ywo inches of hot, swift metal entering his head making a tunnel through his skull to his frontal lobe,leaving an explosion of brains on the people around him.
His dream came through, no work. Even better, not for the rest of his life. There was his body bleeding profusely, a red ocean of blood which flowed into the drains.
Within a few minutes the local police came, trying to find any evidence that could help them but they didn't know the killer was only 100 feet above them.

He, she, it best to say it was wearing a black, long, hooded suit and had a rifle in its hand. It quickly answered its headset.

"Was he killed?"said a deep, rattling voice on the other line. He was Xandan Rosconi, a burly, olive-toned man about average height. 

"Yes," It replied. "His brains are bits, the rats should enjoy them".

"Great, now come for the money".

"I'll be there in five minutes".

"Don't mention this job or else you'll be six feet under".

"That's a bad move,"It said ",don't threaten a hitman".

It hung up the phone and placed the rifle into a black holdall.The black bag was slung over Its shoulder. It quickly jumped from roof to roof until It reached the ladder next to Xandan's fifth story office. It opened the window and entered the office and took a seat in Xandan's leather office chair.

The door knob rattled as he opened the door. It was him, Xandan. He stared deadly at It.

"How did you get in?" He asked. "And how did you get here so fast?"

"Through the window. I said I would get here in five minutes," It replied.

It moved out of the chair and stood infront of the mahogany desk the chair was under. Xandan quickly sat down and opened a long drawer with a lion's face, it was bright gold. He took out a silver breifcase, plugged in a code and the suitcase opened.

"Here 50 million crests," he said pointing to yellow paper money with 'C 100' printed on each.

It took the breifcase.

"I don't like you sort of people Xandan."

"Why you take my money?"

"Raji was not a good man, neither are you." 

"And you take my money?"

"To finance the destrction of you wastes of space."

It put its hand ino a pocket to pull out a knife and before Xandan could get his handgun from under his desk an threw it into his chest. The knife was nine inches deep in his heart. All he could see was the black rubber handle and the red stain of blood spreading through his shirt.

"W-w-w-why?" Xandan whispered, struggling while he spoke.

"To take you scum off the street."

"What is ... your na-a-aymmm?"

"Shadow. Remember it." That was Its name. Shadow.

Shadow watched him slowly die. Xandan was ple white like snow, he was getting colder. Shadow took the money and left.

"Scum." He then took a metal jug in Xandan's office and broke the left of his skull.

Shadow esorted himself out of the room, limbing out the window, down the ladder and down another until Shadow reached the alley behind the office building and climbed over the wall.