Lust Assassin (Closed)

[BigDawg69]

OOC: This is a closed thread for Chanaud. Read and enjoy.

ICC:

The moonlight bounced off the river and sparkled on the roof of the parking garage. A tall shadowy figure moved from the darkness of one corner to the railing over looking the river. Slowly a large black Escalade pulled around the corner and drove up to the figure. A dark tinted window rolled down, releasing a string of smoke to roll out of the truck. The open window revealed no face only a raspy voice.

“The Councilman has out lived his usefulness.”

The window rolled up as the Cadillac SUV pulled slowly off and around the corner. The tall hulk of a man turned back to the railing, flipping his cigarette toward the river. A wind blew up and filled the tails of his coat as he turned and made his way to the stairs.

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The night street was soon full of men and women in tuxedos and formal gowns spilling out from the theater. The charity gala had just ended and the who’s who were filing out of the building and waiting for their cars to be brought around. One couple broke off from the crowd saying their goodbyes and headed towards the corner.

As they drew away from the crowd and out of the light, their voices raised slightly. They turned the corned and walked slowly toward a blue Range Rover parked along the sidewalk. At first hushed voices now became loud and bittered.

A large black figure of a man in a long trench coat stepped out of the shadows and walked toward the couple. The man walked around to the driver’s side, leaving the woman to wait at her door. With barely a breath of air the figure passed the woman and walked silently quickly up to her husband. Just as the man turned around the figure raised a handgun to his face and pulled the trigger.

The loud shot rang out through the night and froze time for a split second. Slowly pace grew from a dead stop. The gentleman’s head popped back as blood flew from the back of his skull. His limp body collapsed backwards against the car and to the street below. The woman’s head shot up just in time to see the lifeless body of her husband disappear behind the hood of the vehicle.

She did not scream. She looked in awe at the figure that had just shot her husband. His face turned to hers. She could not see any of his features in the darkness of the night. She could only see the brightness of his blue eyes piercing through the misty street and into her soul.

“AAAARRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!”

She screamed out and the assassin fled silently into the night.

 

[chanaud]

AAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Blackness.

Alarmed voices drew nearer until it seemed to form a circle around me. My eyes opened slowly and fluttered to adjust to the dark night and found a circle of strange eyes peering down around me. No, they weren’t on me. They seemed to be focusing something next to me. My hand reached out and found a warm wet pool. Someone helped me to a sitting position.

“Oh my God, Lacey. Are you ok? Someone call an ambulance quick!!!”

Warm liquid seeped closer to me. I scooted away while my head turned to find…..

AARRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Blackness.

“Mrs. Johnson….Mrs. Johnson?”

“Look Doctor, her eyes are opening…”

Bright lights shone brilliantly forcing me to squeeze my eyes shut. The heat of the overhead lamp throbbed in tune to my head.

“Wha…where am I?”

“Please take it easy, Mrs. Johnson. This is a traumatic time for you…”

A man in dark blue uniform came to my view shading the bright light.

“Mrs. Johnson, we would like to ask you some questions.”

“Please!! You must leave this room instantly. Mrs. Johnson has just experienced the most horrific moment in her life. She needs time to…”

My upper body bolted upright only to be slammed back down with a powerful throb to my head.

“What are you talking about? Why am I here?”

My eyes darted wildly to the sea of eyes looking down at me with such sympathy. A nurse leaned forward clucking her tongue as if she was soothing a baby.

“Someone please tell me why I’m here. Where’s Bill?”

One of the doctors stepped forward. His face was set in stone unlike the others.

“Mrs. Johnson, we have some terrible news. It’s about your husband….”

A mob of frenzied shouts busted through the door. Flashes of light blinded me forcing me to raise my arm to shield the intrusion.

“Mrs. Johnson. Lacey Johnson. Did you get to see the killer’s face? What was the last thing you said to your husband? Did you love your husband? What were his last words to you? Did he have any enemies? Was he having an affair?”

The authoritative doctor shouted. “Someone call security! Mrs. Johnson is not answering any questions at this moment. Please this is a hospitable. We do have other patients…”

 

[BigDawg69]

Running quickly from the scene the dark figure darted down alleyways and quickly added blocks between himself and the scene. The whole time he could not get the image of her face from his mind. Even as he stopped at a friend apartment to shower and change clothes, he could see her eyes staring at him, burning through him.

He jumped in his Z3 and drove out of the city, but instead of heading toward his own home in Jersey, his car found it's way north toward Connecticut. His Sinatra CD blasted through the night as the car sped down the highway.

Her eyes captured in his mind. There was shock clearly, in her gaze, but in his memory he did not see anger, or even fear. He had to see her eyes once more. He had to.

As he drove down the road his phone rang to life. He punched it to life and held it to his ear.

"This is Anthony . . . yes . . . it is done . . . fine . . . in my account be tomorrow . . . good." Anthony tossed the phone on the seat beside him and drove on.

The phone rang again. "This is Anthony . . . great thanks . . . which hospital . . . thanks."

Anthony swung the car around and pulled off in the other direction. He headed back into the city toward her hospital.