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Sawvern

A man dressed in black leather from head to toe
stands in the restroom of a hip local club starring in
the mirror over the sink. The music blaring in the
back ground he thinks to him self. "The mirror doesn't
lie, it will show you everything you could ever want
to see. I wonder how people can look at them selves
the same after doing what they do. I know i cant. I
wonder if a justified action can still be a wrong one.
Well its time to go back to work."
A well dressed young man steps out of a stall and
walks back in the club, the man turns from the sink
mirror and fallows the young man, watching every move
he makes but keeping back far enough not to draw
attention to him self. He watches as the youth flirts
and buys drinks for beautiful women. It must be 2:30 am
now, the crowd of people slowly becomes smaller and
smaller, but the man still watching. The young man
tries to talk a women into coming home with him, the
smooth talking and booze goes to her head affecting
her better judgment. As the youth and woman leaves
the bar the man is right behind them every step in
sync. As the man picks up his pase slowly over taking
the young couple the young man stops and has the
women stay on the street as he gos into a alley to
re-leave him self. Sneaking by unseen and unheard the
man enters the alley, the shadows of the night covering
his approach. Pulling a long knife he steps up just
behind the man. " Do you think she saw you sneak up
from behind her while she was puking in this very
alley?" With a quick motion thrusts the knife deep
inside the young mans chest just under the armpit
piercing the heart killing him instantly. As quick as
the action took place the man disappears into the
night.
The man opening the door to a empty apartment turns
the radio on, hangs up his leather trench coat and
crosses a name from a list on the wall, ( Mathew E.
Davidson). He walks over to the kitchen sink and
cleans the blood off his hands and knife. After
thoroughly cleaning the knife he places it on a shelf
with 20 other knives and 2 swords. He pulls a drower
out from the cabinet next to the shelf he pulls 2
silenced 9mms out of the holsters from inside his coat
takes the clips out and places the guns and clips
side by side and closes the drower. After walking to
the kitchen he opens the freezer and pulls a half
empty bottle of vodka, after a quick swig he sits in a rickety old wood chair at the kitchen table.
He pulls a picture from his breast pocket, staring at
the young beauty he takes a long hard swig of the
bottle. After a small cough from the burn of the
alcohol, he begins to speak to him self.
"I'm sorry babie, i wasn't there when you needed me
most."
A single tear rolls down from his cheek. He takes
another strong swig from the bottle, sets the bottle
on the table. He picks up the phone and hits speed
dial 1.
"Yeah Greg, its done."
He hangs up the phone, stands up takes his black silk
shirt and leather pants off. Standing in his black
boxers he stares out of his 4th story window out on
the sleeping city, walks back into the living room and
lays and falls asleep on the old torn couch.
A alarm wakes him at 70 pm, he sits up and thinks
to him self. " Ive got a hour till sundown that gives
be about two hours to get ready and set up." He gets
up pulls his leather pants on, walks over to the knife
shelf, pulls the knife he had used that morning and
slides it in the sheath on his hip. Opens the cabinet
drower pulls the 9mms and loads the clips and cocks the
actions, then slides them into there holsters under
his arm pits. He then walks into the bed room and
picks up a stainless steal briefcase walks out sets it
by the door, puts his silk shirt back on. As he leaves
the apartment he puts his sunglasses, and trench coat
on and picks the briefcase up and heads out to his
car.
After 10 blocks and the car parks in front of a
apartment building. He makes his way inside, gets in
the elevator and hits the roof floor button. The 8
floor climb passes in a second his stone cold eyes
never move till the door opens and he walks out on top
of the building over looking; a small gym, deli, and
daycare center. He picks his preferred place on the side
of the roof, opens the briefcase. He pulls out a rifle
stock and barrel, after screwing in the barrel he
reaches for the scope and mounts it with a loud click,
reaching back in he pulls out the silencer and 2 full
metal jacket rounds, after screwing on the silencer,
he kisses each bullet and slides them in the clip then
slaps the clip in the rifle. Its 6:30pm the sun has gone
down early due to the clouds, he takes his glasses off and pushes a button on
the scope and a green haze from the night vision scope
the only light on him. He pulls the rifle to his
shoulder and points it at the gym door watching
everyone going in and out until his target makes his
way out. He fallows him with the cross hair on his
head, he fallows him to the daycare and waits for him
to exit. The target walks out with a sleeping child on
his shoulder, he pushes the bolt of the rifle forward
loading the rifle. The target places the child in a
car seat and closes the door. Finding a note on his
car window the target gets confused after reading it
out loud. " I hope the child doesn't turn out like the
father, or he too will have the hand of justice bring
him to a swift end." The man aims the rifle at the
targets heart and squeezes the trigger, the rifle
kicks back as the target falls to the ground in the
middle of the street. after taking the rifle apart
and leaving the building he get back in his car and
heads to "McGullards" another local club, just a few
blocks away.
The man parks and walks in the club, the place is
packed, people are almost shoulder to shoulder. He
whispers to him self. " Beware there is a wolf among
the sheep." He goes into search mode scanning every
persons face. Finely after 20 minutes of looking he
finds his target. The target in his early 20s not a
hair out of place, the kind of guy that could sweet
talk the virgin marry into bed.The man keeping a eye
on the target slips the bouncer a $100 bill to kick
him out of the club and then walks out and stands in
the shadow of the club. The young man screaming and
yelling as hes escorted out of the club. When he
finally gives up at trying to get back in he starts to
walk up the street, passing by the man in the shadows
by only inches. The man calls to him.
" David Lester!?" The young man pauses and looks
over, then replies. "Yea, have we met?" The man steps
out of the shadows with a strait cold as death face,
his lifeless eyes looks the young man dead in the eye.
"No, but maybe the name Caitlin Marks means something
to you." The young mans face becomes a pail white,
with a slight shiver in his voice. " Hey man what ever
she told you is a lie she was fully willing!" The man
glances at the ground for a second then back at the
young mans face. With out a change in tone he says. "
You know you could have any woman you wanted, but why
do you force the only one that says no. Well the time
to pay for your crimes has come." The man steps to his
right and pulls his knife from his hip.The young man
with his back to a wall has no where to go, and begins
to shake. "Your going to kill me!? I may have had some
fun at her expense but come on its not the same!. Come
on ill make you a deal, did you see my car? Ill give
you what ever you want, just don't do this!!" The man
steps forward and and thrusts the cold blade deep into
the young mans chest piercing his heart. As the young
man falls to his knees and take one of his last
breadths the man answers him. "There are no deals
between wolves and sheep, you killed your self you
just didn't know it yet I'm here to remind you!" The
man wipes his blade and gets in his car and drives
back to the apartment.
Like the night before he takes his coat off, and
cross's 2 names out, (John Farmers) (David Lester)
from his list on the wall. He then goes to the freezer and
pulls his bottle of vodka sits at the kitchen table
drinks and looks at his picture. He picks the phone up
and dials a number he knows by heart. "Hi Love, how
are you feeling? You need anything? I can run to the
store for you if you need something. Yeah that's true,
not very many stores open at 2 in the morning. Yeah
Hun Ive been keeping busy, Ive been swamped at work,
just worked the whole weekend. I have to make a house
call in the morning, no sleep for the wicked. Well I'm
sorry i woke you up babie ill stop by some time during
the week and we can talk more. I love you too,
goodnight sweet heart." After he hangs the phone up,
he stands and walks back to the door puts his coat on
and heads back to the car.
After an hour of driving he parks infront of a nice
white house, a picket fence around a perfectly mowed
yard, a police cruiser in the drive way. He hits the
door bell 3 times. The officer wakes and puts a bath
robe on and makes his way to the door, just as he
turns the door nob the door comes flying in knocking
him on the floor stunned and confused. After he walks
into the house the man grabs the officer by his throat
and picks him up on his feet. The officer bleeding
from his face yells. "Do you know who i am!?" The
officer reaches for a lamp on the table next to him,
but before he can bring it past his waist, the man
slams his knife deep in the officers shoulder. The
lamp drops and shatters on the floor. Pulling the
knife out the man speaks with a deep hollow voice. "
Just relax if you cooperate it will be over before
you know it, hey you might even like it." The officer
goes pale, and flashs back to the night after getting
shot down at the bar by a young beautiful blond.
After sitting in his cruiser he waits for her to
leave, and fallows her home. After leaving the city
and get on a dark road off the main highway the
officer flashes his lights and pulls the woman over. He
walks over to the car door pulls his gun and orders
her to get out of the car. After the confused woman
get out he holsters his gun grabs her by the hair and
bends her over the hood of her car. After
handcuffing her hands behind her back, he unzips his
pants and lifts her green skirt. Just before he
begins he says with a smile. "Just relax and if you
cooperate it will be over before you know it, hey you
might even like it." The officer handcuffed bleeding
from his shoulder and bent over his cruiser starts to
plead for his life. "Iam sorry i didn't want to hurt
her i just don't handle rejection very well, I had a
bit to much to drink and i wasn't in the right frame of
mind. Come on you don't want the whole police force
hunting you down do you!? Let me go now and disappear
its the only shot you have left!" The man walks back
to his car and pops the trunk. With the man in the
trunk the officer tries to run, but before he could
make it a foot from the cruiser a 9mm bullet pierces
the officers knee shattering the bones and dropping him
to the ground screaming in pain. Coming back from the
trunk of the car, the man carring a tank of gas begins to poor it on the officer. Emptying the tank
the man drops a match and watches the man unable to do
anything to save him self scream and cry out in pain,
when the screams stop the man pulls his 9mm and puts a
bullet threw the officers heart. The man gets back in his car
and heads home.
He again takes his coat off, and crosses a name off.
(Officer Frank Miller) He takes his shirt and pants
off and falls asleep on the couch again. In the
morning he puts his pants on walks to the bathroom
and looks in the mirror.
"The mirror doesn't lie, it will show you everything
you could ever want to see. I wonder how people can
look at them selves the same after doing what they
do. I know i cant. I wonder if a justified action can
still be a wrong one. Well its time to go back to
work."