She turned to face him with slow and calculated movements. She knew all too well how he moved and how he'd attack given any window of opportunity.
Her matted leather suit never made a sound. How long had she waited for this? How much had she trained for this? She stared straight at him noting every demonic detail.
His chisled chin and marble cut jaw. His nose, that was a smooth slope to a blunt point. His cheek bones defined and high, almost beckoning to be held in her hands. She shook off this sudden gentleness towards him.
She noted his stock built frame and broad shoulders. Underneath the bloodstained wifebeater, she could see every gentle curve of each hard cut muscle. She felt her body tingle. Taken aback she shuttered. She glanced at him once more. His hair was jet black, and long enough to hang over his left eye.
Then something disturbing happened. They locked eyes for the first time. His eyes were grey with flecks of red and gold. The feeling that washed over her made her sick. "How?! He's a murderer!"
