The man couldn't stop shivering,cold cold cold from the fear of the man in the room, the strange man in the blazing white suit, who was currently ransacking his room just inches away. Such a lucky accident caused him to see the man attempting to sneak in. He knew who it was of course, Grim,the so-called avenger of wrongs. He was an imposing figure, white suit on with a savage serrated knife resting in his sheath, however the strangest thing was his face,it was ordinary,almost too plain, if you saw him in a crowd and looked away you would lose him, as he just didn't have any distinguishing characteristics. His methods however caused such misery in his wake, trying to pay the criminals back, normal crimes paled in comparison to what he does. The man in the wardrobe was called Flint, and while he had committed a few murders here and there, he didn't believe it warranted a visit from Grim,the avenger of wrongs. Flint had no notions of a fair fight and believed the only rule was survival. So Flint had no pangs of cowardice as he sneaked up behind Grim and stabbed him roughly in the back with his own knife, Grim fell, without so much as a moan and lay still.
Flint didn't hang around and ran for the hall, ducked right into another room and surged to the end, darting in and out, becoming a smaller target, he knew the stories about Grim, he had been blown up,drowned,shot,picked up and shot again,then shot and drowned, Flint had even heard a silly story about a hundred story fall, so he wasn't giving him any chances, after all that a small knife wound wouldn't stop him... a man who seemingly had a deal with the devil himself to stop death.
Anger surged through Grim's mind at the pathetic weasels attempt at escape, The knife wound was still weeping blood and was slowing Grim just enough that he found it irritating. Such a pity he thought, i knew that idiot was in the wardrobe and i would of let him be,he had nowhere to go, but now he must die. Grim began his pursuit of the pathetic, cowardly Flint with a roar, bit dramatic but should put a chill up his spine he thought.
Flint was hiding in another wardrobe, he hadnt managed to reach the stairs and he was too terrified after that scary shout from Grim to try another hidden assault. He could feel the hairs standing up on his neck as he heard Grim staking around the rooms searching everywhere, with that horrible knife covered in his own blood.
Flint knew that one day all his crimes would come back to haunt him so he had stashed weapons around his house and he was now holding a sawnoff shotgun, loaded and ready to fire, he had also grabbed a few knives, balanced for throwing, but Flint knew he wasn't a great fighter and stood little chance without the element of surprise that now had been lost.
''Come out come out little Flint, I have come to release you from all of your sins, past and future''Grim spoke, deliberately trying to sound imposing to scare Flint out of his hidey hole.
Flint didn't know that Grim already knew where he was and was just preparing himself in case he had a weapon of some kind, Fail to prepare prepare to fail was a favoured motto of Grim's.
Grim however didn't know that there was a man standing behind him, ''I'm afraid i cant let you kill this one Grim'', Blane said ,his fist already flying towards Grim, sending him flying across the room, with a heavy crush, he hits a chest of drawers and bends in a way no person ever should.''Ouch that must be sore, Ok, Flint i need you to come out of the wardrobe and leave with me before he wakes up and gets even madder.'' Flint?, Are you even lis...'',Flint suddenly burst out and shot Blane with both barrels of the shotgun,and ran downstairs to the street.
Blane was past caring however, lying in a pool of his own blood,why always with the death, he didn't have time to die however, so Blane got up and limped outside,seeing a rapidly escaping Flint in a car, Blane hoped onto his motorbike and raced in pursuit.
Grim groaned and slowly raised himself off the ground, ugh so fed up of Blane now he thought, he looked out of the window and saw Blane racing off on the bike, Grim took out his tracking device and watched as it happily gave away Blane's position.
He turned and saw the blood, and the cartridge's on the ground, and the bullet holes in the wall behind and knew what happened,
Poor Flint, two people after him, no hope of escape, Grim walked over to the roof and climbed into his helicopter...the chase had begun
