Blood splashed onto the ground as a throat was slashed. Furious yells filled the area as the victim's body fell with a thud. An assassin clothed in black and red, a fur lined hood, and a skull mask that covered half of his face smirked. He raised a bloody sickle to his mouth and licked it, orange-red eyes glowing inside the black eye sockets of his mask. The men that had yelled froze in their tracks their guns raised, but their eyes were wide in fear. The men tried to retreat but each was cut down swiftly by the masked assassin.
"It's Lupo!!! Run!!!!" The last one yelled before he too was cut down. Everyone that heard the frantic last shout of warning ran for their lives.
"Fools." Lupo sneered and chased after them like a predator hunting its prey. Each and everyone that had anything to do with Lupo's main target was killed without mercy.
The hunting game happened on few of Lupo's assignments other times everyone was dead before they knew he was even in the building. For several years no police could catch the assassin for hire who had killed hundreds, maybe even thousands, of people just for money. Until finally Lupo made a career-ending mistake and was finally caught.
Lupo, now unmasked and unarmed looked like a normal young adult as he paced in his cell alone. He had fluffy, spiky brown hair, which no one would have guessed the assassin would have.
"Well, Lupo or should I call you by your given name Tsunayoshi Sawada? Either way, how are you enjoying life behind bars?" a detective asked. Lupo walked up to the bars his orange-red eyes holding nothing but hate and malice.
"I would suggest you don't call me that detective," Lupo hissed dangerously as his eyes narrowed. The detective couldn't help but step back away from the bars that separated him from a very angry assassin. The detective shook his head and stood straight adjusting his trenchcoat.
"Then Lupo, you need to answer some questions for me," the detective stated. Lupo turned around and walked farther into his cell keeping his back to the detective.
"Why should I?" He asked. The detective looked a bit taken back before sighing.
"'Cause maybe, just maybe, your sentence will be lessened," the elder man replied. Lupo shrugged uncaringly.
"Whether I answer your questions or not depends on what you ask. Seeing as I have killed too many to simply be let free or even given 50 years of jail time." Lupo grumbled with a sigh accompanying his words.
"Fine why do you kill?"
"Easy, for money."
"That can't be your only reason."
"Sure it can, granted you're right it's not. Yet, I don't think it's necessary for you to know detective."
"You purposely let yourself be caught, why?"
"I finished what I wanted to accomplish."
"And what did you accomplish?"
"Killing someone who killed some people close to me."
"And who was this person?"
"It doesn't matter since you will never find his body," Lupo replied, looking over his shoulder smiling proudly that had a touch of insanity in it. "Besides, killing him was the only good I have done since I was a child."
"What do you mean by that?" The detective asked.
"He was so much worse than me, but he never came out to kill unless it was a favor for someone he knew. That bastard taught me most of what I know. I despise him greatly for it. He ruined my life before I could do anything about it. But he is finally dead, killed in a similar manner as how he killed my two most precious people." Lupo replied running a hand through his brown locks as he turned to face the detective fully.
The detective sighed. "Who did he kill?"
Lupo looked at the detective for a long while silently contemplating his answer. "My parents," he finally answered. The detective looked shocked, yet somehow understanding. Before the detective could ask another question a garbled message came from his walkie-talkie, telling him his time was up.
"One last thing Lupo, why would someone who killed your parents teach you how to kill? Why didn't he just kill you as well?" The detective asked as he headed for the door to the officers' offices.
"I asked myself those same questions for years, and the bastard never gave me an answer, not even before he died," Lupo replied. The detective nodded and left the cell area.
Lupo mainly sat in silence waiting for his sentencing trial to come. When it did come he didn't care enough to listen until the jury was announcing his sentence.
"The jury has reached a verdict. We find Mr. Lupo guilty of all counts and we sentence him to face capital punishment," the speaker for the jury announced. Lupo raised his eyebrows in surprise but he accepted his fate. Everyone was happy about the verdict, some even cheered as the assassin was lead back to his cell in isolation. No one felt any remorse for Lupo and Lupo didn't really care.
A week past and all Lupo thought about was what life would have been like if none of what had happened, happened. Or what death would be like for someone like him? He wasn't really afraid to die, he knew he deserved the punishment he had been given. Yet when an officer or two had come to get him so he could receive the punishment a heavy feeling of dread settled in his stomach. He stayed quiet the entire way to the room he was to die in. The atmosphere was somber as the two police officers lead Lupo to a metal table that was standing upright. Lupo stood with his back to the table as a pair of doctors strapped him to it. When they were done they pressed a button and the table moved so Lupo was laying on it. He glanced over as a nurse came over holding an IV, he allowed his eyes to travel from her head to her toes, pausing at certain points. She gulped and put the IV in his arm before walking away quickly. A doctor stood by a switch looking at the condemned assassin.
"Any last words?" the man asked. Lupo looked at him and shrugged staying silent before looking at the ceiling waiting for peace. The doctor sighed and flipped the switch. It didn't even take a moment for the pain to course through his body the sedative hadn't worked. Lupo clenched his teeth and hands, closing his eyes in pain, whatever the drug or poison was it hurt like hell. His heart rate was speeding up as was his breathing and blood pressure was rising to dangerous levels.
What seemed like eternity Lupo's heart finally gave out and he died. The people who had watched from the other side of the glass got up and left, feeling an odd sense of pride as the doctor and nurse prepared the now dead assassin's body for burial, in some grave in a private prison run graveyard, where no one would visit it, left to be forgotten in time leaving the name to go down in history. Lupo would forever be known as the man who killed his past and thousands with it.
