A Devil's Heart

Introduction

"I don't.. want to die... I don't..... want to....."

Those words can be heard resonating through the empty, dark halls of a warehouse during a quiet and solemn night. A man dressed in coat and tie is running in fear, as if he is a rabbit being chased by a hungry carnivore. Bathed in his own sweat, he kept on running, while maintaining a tight squeeze on a black briefcase he is possessing, as if he is protecting it from someone.

After running for minutes, he finally stopped behind a stack of wooden boxes inside a room of the warehouse, frantically gasping and chasing for his breath. He sat down on the cold concrete and muttered to himself, "This is.... a nightmare...." Not long before he said those words, a set of slow footsteps, most probably the footsteps of three persons, broke the silence.

This noise struck fear to the man. Genuine fear. Fear of death. As if a God of Death is walking towards him. As the footsteps comes closer and closer, he leaned on the boxes closer, shivering from fear as his sweat turns cold. Hugging the briefcase he is possessing tightly, he closed his eyes and said to himself, "This is...... the end......"

Right after he thought those words, three silhouettes of men stood before him, with one of them holding a pistol with a silencer. The man with the pistol approached the shivering man, and pointed the pistol on his forehead, saying, "Looks like it's the end of the road for you, Mister Secretary.", in a husky, nearly mocking voice.

The man, knowing the fate that awaits him, let go of the briefcase, letting it fall on the solid concrete beside him. He is paralyzed in fear, while at the same time, tears fall from his eyes while remembering his family. His family that he will be leaving.

One of the two men that is standing raised his right arm, and brought it down, making a signal to the man wielding the pistol. The man with the pistol tightened his grip on the gun, and positioned his pointer finger on the trigger.

"Well then, looks like we will be taking this briefcase. Thank you for the cooperation, Mister.", said the man with a mocking voice. He sticks the gun to the forehead of the secretary tightly.

And then soon after, a sound was heard. A sound of a life being taken.

...A sound of a gunshot.

".......Phase two.....accomplished....."

A wit as fast as the wind.

A mind as fluent as the water.

A will as sharp as the lightning.

Kaze, Mizu, Raijin... Having the mind of a prodigy.... But a heart of a devil.