When An Assassin Mourns

Chapter 1: Death Comes to Town

"Oh oh, Death, Oh oh, Death, Ohhh, Death
Won't you spare me over another year?
But what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands taking hold of me?
When God is gone and the Devil takes hold
Who will have mercy on your soul?"

"Oh oh, Death, Oh oh, Death, Oh oh, Death.
No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold, nothing satisfies me but your soul.
Oh oh, Death.
Well I am Death, none can excel.
I'll open the door to heaven or hell. Oh oh, Death, Oh, Death. My name is Death and the end is here."

The end is indeed near for some unfortunate souls.

It's a very dark and gloomy day. The sun hasn't made its usual appearance all day. Everything is in sync today, including the weather, which is the foreshadowing of the catastrosphic events that is about to hit this town later in the afternoon.

As this very chilling song by Jen Titus plays, a guy suits up in a hotel room. His entire apparel is black and his demeanor speaks volume.

Animals work on instinct, however, one look at this guy and any human being would develop animal instincts and run from this guy.

His stone cold face, his piercing hazel eyes penetrating your soul as if he is slowly drawing it from your body would make you very uncomfortable just looking at him.

He breaks his focus as he starts a new attire, this time for combat. He has an assortment of guns, grenades and knife; he is ready for combat, he is ready to kill.

This is death and he has come to town for one purpose, claim souls and create chaos, all in the name of vengeance.

He packs his weapons of choice for the afternoon's event and leave the hotel room.

"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound. That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now am found. Was blind but now I see. It was grace that taught my heart to fear."

The family and friends and members of the Rickshire police department have gathered to bid farewell to a loving husband, devoted father and a honest cop. At least that's how he is described in the funeral program.

Everyone is now seated quietly and the ceremony very close to commencing. It's a funeral so feeling of death is expected to be in the air. But death himself seemed to have showed up at this funeral.

Everyone is expecting a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere. However, that expectation is disrupted by a certain mysterious stranger's presence. He's fully decked out in a black jacket suit accompanied by a dark coat that reaches just below the knees.

He slowly strolls through the isle heading towards the casket at the front of the church. He has a bouquet of flowers in his hands letting everyone there know he's just their to pay his respect.

However, for some reason all the oxygen seem to have been sucked out of the room and everyone has stopped breathing. Everyone is just captivated by this person. Something just feels very wrong about this guy.

Seated on the front bench is the cop's wife and now widow Michelle, his two daughters, 12years old Nia and 8years old Tammy. Behind them are other family members.  In the front also but on the other side of the isle are the members of his police department.

The stranger reaches the casket and slowly puts down the flowers. He then turns around and with him was hell.

First, an explosion is heard. A bullet has launched itself from a gun currently pointed at Michelle, from the hands of the mysterious stranger. Smoke has also made it's entrance behind the bullet and before anyone could react a bullet has entered Michelle's forehead,  exited the back and got stuck into one her relatives.