Cold Blood (Tomtord)

Chapter 12

Tord's P.O.V
The brisk air felt cool against my skin. The further I walked, the more dingy and desolate it got. But, the criminal activity steadily rose. I walked into an alley and waited for someone to come by, I wasn't going to look around for criminals when they were everywhere. I leaned against the wall, and waited.
Time skip
After what seemed like forever, the sound of footsteps came around. I looked up, and saw a girl. She had her hands shoved deep into her hoodie and was walking at a brisk pace. I took a step forward, making sure she knew I was there. Her eyes snapped up and met mine.
"S-sorry! I-uh- need t-to get going!" Her eyes were filled with panic.
I would've let her go, because I wouldn't hurt someone innocent, but I could see the killer grin she was trying to hide, not to mention her stutter seemed too fake to be actually scared.
"Does it look like I give a shit? They won't be expecting you after a little while.." my voice trailed off and I gave her a smug smile.
"Alright, asshat. Let's cut to the chase." She took out a small hand gun and raised it, but I was close enough to jump forward and smack it out of her hands. She scrambled to get it, but I caught her greasy hair before she could reach it. In one swift movement, I took out my knife and cut her throat, letting go of her hair as the life in her left her body. How pitiful. The muscles in her body twitched, like some cockroach that survived getting squished. I shuddered and continued to move along. I planned on going after Pau and Pat in a few days. What can I say, I'm impatient.
I kept walking, looking for my next target. I glanced to my side and saw a huge man slowly following me. When I say huge, I mean fuckin' gigantic. I thought I was tall, being 6'5, but this dude had a least a good 6 inches on me. I started to calculate a plan, because I wasn't gonna bitch out and even if I wanted to, I don't think it would work.
I made a sharp left into an alley, which he did as well. I let him get right up behind me, acting oblivious to his presence. Wether he bought it or not, he didn't call out to me. As soon as he got close enough, I turned and plunged the knife into his arm. As he dropped his weapon and grabbed his crippled arm, doubling over in pain, I took this chance to snap his head back and slowly dragged my knife through his flesh, a deep cut showing in the light just before daybreak. He sputtered, confused, and I gave him a sickening grin. I kicked his in the stomach as he died slowly, and headed home. The sun was just barely above the horizon when I arrived at the house. I changed my set of clothes and flipped onto the couch, flicking through the channels. I should clean this place soon. It's a mess without Tom..
I got up with a huff and made some food. Today was gonna be a long day, and I didn't feel like doing anything. But, I needed to come up with a strategy for the next day.
I went into my room and grabbed a piece of paper, sloppily writing the info I knew about them and their posts. They usually did outside building checks separately, so I would be able to take them one on one. Pat had his first, so he would be most gullible. Pau was gonna be a bit harder, but not challenging. These were my men, so I knew them by the back of my hand. I went into the hall, aimlessly walking around. What if I wore Tom's suit that he killed in when I went...? I know that it was just one because he had a signature look, that was how Pat and Pau were able to spot him.
After a while of debating, I decided to put it on. I went into his closet, and grabbed the said items of clothing. I slipped them on, and checked the mirror. I looked okay, the black pants fit fine, if not a little short by a centimeter. Blue wasn't my color, but I didn't look bad. Tom pulled blue off perfectly.
I took the clothes off and changed back into my normal clothing.
A few days later (time skip)
It was almost time, so I got ready. Slipping on Tom's outfit and grabbing my knife and a hand gun, I headed out.