His ways

A/N So a fair warning there is blood and murder in this book and I don't want anyone to feel uncomfortable so if you can't handle that then please don't read. But if like to read that stuff then carry on.

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A man in ruffled clothing made his way through a narrow alley. He moved silently through the night. He arrived at a grey door with the number 26 written in white on it. He slowly reached down and wrapped his hand around the doorknob. He turned it and pulled. The door opened without a sound. The man went inside and closed the door without a sound.

 He had done it so many times before. The watching then planning and now the execution. In both of that words meaning of course.

He walked silently like a predator past the first two bedrooms and the family's dining room. He knew where everything was. If you asked him he could with certainty say exactly where every piece of their clothing was. Before he killed you of course. He arrived at the right room. He opened the door quickly to avoid the long squeak he knew would sound if he didn't. Normally he wouldn't plan the assassination. He liked the improvising. It was almost like a game to him.

But for this exact murder he had been told to do a clean cut in his throat. If he could feel emotion he might have been a little impressed by the measurements of the cut. They obviously wanted him to suffer. He took out one of his knifes and positioned it over his victims throat. 

As usual he began his little game in his head. He didn't particularly like getting blood all over him. But the screaming and the begging... That was another story. Which is why as he put the knife on the man's throat betted with himself about how much this one would scream. 

For even while His orders were inevitable at least he could have some fun while doing it. Because we all know His way is superior and His way is forever.