Demolition Age

Four:

     12/29/26 Tokyo, Japan 11:50 PM     

      It was cold out, some snow could be seen hitting the ground. He looked up at the large building, gripping his jacket. He opened the doors and walked to the elevator of the large building. The woman at the desk saw him dash through the building. She shot up to call security, but before she could, the figure threw a paperclip into her frontal lobe. Killing her instantly. The killer's eyes glew a crimson red as the elevator doors closed. He was pissed, his scowl grew more the further his murderous rampage went on.
      Once the elevator reached his designated floor, the figure approached the room at the end of the corridor. He approached the door. No weapons equipped, but he was creative. He put a white mask over his face. It was all white with a giant, red crosshair over the only eye hole on the mask. (Picture Tobi's mask from Naruto.)
      A few moments of preparation had passed, but now he was ready. He walked back, then bolted at the door, drop kicking it with both feet. When the door fell down, he landed on it, crushing the man it landed on. The figure was out to kill a number of Yakuza members. This room was full of them. After he crushed the man at the door, he bolted at the nearest person. The whole room noticed him run in, but he was too fast.
      "Hoshoku!!" One of the men yelled, attempting to warn the others. The figure grabbed a nearby table and blocked the bullets that one man fired at him. He then threw that same table at the man, sending him flying 5 stories out of the window. The men shot at him more, but he dodged every single bullet with ease. He lept over the kitchen counter, he stuck his fingers in the eyes of the man near the fridge, then snapped his neck. He ducked down and found three kitchen knives. He looked over the counter to count the rest of the men.
      "Eight...." He said to himself. He threw all three at the men, hitting the same amount of targets. He noticed a frying pan nearby. He rolled out of the kitchen and back into the living room. The men opened fire at him yet again. He threw to frying pan at them, deflecting each bullet back at the men, killing the rest. The room grew quiet. He breathed out, looking at the floor, then a nearby clock. "Happy New Year, sleezeballs." He said, leaving the building. He took his mask off and looked towards the sky. He let all the snow fall on his face. He fell on his back, still looking towards the sky. "This is hell, and I'm the devil." He said, closing his eyes.
   
       "I may not be going to the same place you are, but regardless, I'll always be by your side. I promise." He said.