Fallen angel [open]

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I moved in silence through the dark streets of the district, the list of people I had to kill in my hand. My uncle had given me a portfolio of people who owed him money. I leafed through the package and my eyes scanned the pages, putting the images of the people to memory. I smiled, feeling the rush of pleasure that always coursed through my veins whenever I was on the hunt. I shall be quick tonight I thought, stalking along the alleyways.

A figure moved in my field of vision and I looked over. The figure looked at me, their hood pulled up, obscuring their face. I approached them, feeling the rush of pleasure. "Do you know these people?" I asked, my voice quiet and deadly. The figure looked over the pictures, pausing on one in particular. "If you know them, I advise you tell me otherwise, I'll make you wish you hadn't been born" I hissed. The figure looked back at me, handing the package back. I felt my hand close around the dagger in my belt, ready to attack at a moments notice. "I do know this person, please don't hurt me. I'll tell you whatever you want" the figure said and I realized it was a boy under the hood. "Show me" I said, my voice deadly. The boy nodded, turning.

He led me through the streets, keeping to the shadows until we came to a home, inside, the lights were dark and the place looked abandoned. I turned to the boy. "This is where Amadeus lives, in that house." the boy said, his voice conveying fear. I grinned. "How do you know this?" I asked, my blue eyes piercing this boys eyes. He shrank away, the intensity in my gaze scaring the shit out of him. "I just have heard rumours" his voice quivered and I could tell he was lying. "you need to learn to be loyal buddy" I said, drawing my dagger. In one swift motion, I slit his throat. He collapsed and I picked him up, dragging him into the shadows. No one would ask questions because they knew about the Tornhell gang. We did what we wanted. I smirked, the adrenaline running through my veins making me feel as if I were high. Who needed drugs when you could kill and feel the same high.

I padded up to the house, looking at the door. I was here to deliver death, to Amadeus who owed hundreds of dollars to my uncle. I smiled. This would be over quickly. I opened the door, finding it was open, and padded silently into the house. My eyes were used to the dark and as I looked around the room, I found a figure huddled in the corner. "I should have know you'd come to collect" a rough voice spoke from where the figure was huddled. I smiled. "You know the deal, you have to pay or else they send me after you" I was toying with him. I stalked closer to him and pulled out my dagger. Death was ready to take this mans life. I smiled wickedly, looking at him. "say good night" I said, in a flash, I drew my dagger across his throat and he went limp. I turned away from him and walked out.

As I walked through the dark district, I felt the adrenaline that had been pumping through my veins begin to fade. It was like the low after a high. I didn't pay attention to where I was going until I looked up and noticed a figure watching me. "Yes, you see something you like?" I asked, smirking, a dangerous glint in my eyes.

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