"Kill him." a strange woman instructed the two burly men, standing in front of her.
They are both wearing a flat ironed black suit, with no wrinkle on them.
Complete with a black tie and polished black shoes.
Her voice was bored.
The way she said it, was something like, how a diner would, to their waitress, while ordering their usual coffee.
The two men immediately comply. No questions was asked. As if it's an everyday occurrence.
"No no no no.... please no! Anna!" a distorted voice plead.
"Aaaahhh!!!-" the words are cut off like no one has ever talk to begin with.
They slit a man's neck like a butter. Who was kneeling on the floor, pleading for his dear life. With a sack on his head. Hiding his face.
The metallic smell of blood suddenly surface in the cold night, mixing with the woman's expensive floral perfume.
Dark liquid oozes from the man's neck, like a chicken. And then, his body plopped on the floor with a thud.
The body was like a chicken too, like when the life is leaving it's body.
The woman called Anna, stared at the body, fascinated by the way the body thrashed around.
She's a very strange woman, wearing a long dark red dress that hugs her body, and a long slit to show off her long legs.
Her face.
There is only one word best to describe it.
Scarred.
Anna walked away, seemingly bored again.
Her footsteps echoed in the night.
She's unbothered. About the murder that she committed.
She sighed and took a notebook from her elegant gold bag that she carry.
Another burly man, different from the two who just killed a man, move very fast towards Anna. Wearing only a black suit, no tie.
His fingers and hands and even arms are shaking, as he put a cigarette on the strange woman's lips, while being careful as to not touch even accidentally, his master's skin.
He proceeded on lighting it. A thick smoke came from Anna's lips.
She looked at her bodyguard that was shaking stupidly.
Tch, she sneered inwardly.
Insulting the man in her head.
When the notebook is finally in her hands, with a pen inserted between the pages, she crosses one name on her list.
Harry.
The one that died like a chicken.
Now there are four more names in her list..
They are next..
Get ready. For she's about to hunt them all tonight.
Wouldn't want Harry to be the only one descending to hell now....
(to be continued.....)
