Hunted

Chapter 1

Weaving my way through the crowded streets of the city, I kept my eyes firmly planted on one man; my prey.

It's easy to follow him really, I've been studying his every movement for weeks. I knew that he left work at 6:47pm every day, and he went the same path home. He always stopped at the same cafe for the same coffee. He was the most predictable man on the planet. This would be too easy.

He took a sharp turn into a dark alley; his usual shortcut and today, his fatal mistake. I slid into the alley and crept through the shadows, past him and to a door. He continued to walk, still oblivious to my presence. It wasn't until he was a mere metre away did he see me, just as I pounced.

My hand slid firmly over his mouth before he could react. I heaved him through the door, into a densely dark room, barely lit. I threw him to the floor and in the moonlight that trickled through the shattered windows I saw an expression of terror creep over his aged features. With an amused grin, I gestured to the chair behind him, offering him a seat. He just stared at me in disbelief. For motivation, I slowly revealed something under my coat to him, allowing the moonlight the reflect off it. He began to tremble as he clambered into the seat behind him. I pulled it out entirely, revealing it's glistening surface. Funny that something so beautiful could kill so easily.

"Now that you're comfortable, we can begin," I uttered, running my fingers over the blade in my hands, "First question, do you know why I am here before you?"

He shook his head instantly, sweating bullets and wringing his hands.

"No?" I teased, tensing slightly. "Well then, maybe this will jog your memory a little bit." Abruptly swinging the blade, it stopped directly pointed at his chest, almost touching his skin.

"Okay okay, I threatened to expose the IUDA to the public," he begged, looking at me pleadingly. Flicking the tip of my weapon, I ripped a button clean off his white ironed shirt. He whimpered and began to tremble as I pushed the blade tip gently into his bare skin, slowly moving forward. Just as a deep red droplet began to form, he cried out in desperation, "Please, don't kill me. I wouldn't have been able too even if I wanted too. You must have seen the evidence. Please!"

I glared right into his eyes, watching as waves of terror seemed to crash over his wet eyes, over and over. He inhaled sharply as his eyes traveled down to the spot where his blood began to trace down his chest, staining his shirt, droplet by droplet.

Keeping my eyes locked with his, I slowly lowered my blade. A shaky exhale escaped his lips, a sign of relief. I slowly turned my back on him, hiding my smirk.

"Thank you. Thank you for having mercy," he stuttered, the creak of his chair announcing that he stood, "I am glad they sent a pretty young girl like yourself."

I chuckled softly as I turned to face him, smiling at him. He relaxed and smiled back.

"I never have mercy," I hissed as I swung my blade toward him. His grin didn't even have time to leave his face in the time it took his head to hit the floor with a sickly thud, followed by his body crumbling to the floor beside it.

After tucking my blade out of sight, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialled a number. "It's done," I said before I hung up. I slid over to the door and crept out into the cool air of the night. The moon contrasted beautifully against the inky black sky. The light breeze kissed my face as I sharply inhaled. Not yet had the air been polluted with the stench of death. Sighing, I began my trip back to the hotel for the night.

Another one bites the dust.