Aucun Nom
Clayton was a simple man. He did what he was supposed to do, didn’t ask any questions, and minded his own business. It came with the job and the neighborhood. He was known as a professional in his profession; the profession of delivering goods, no matter what they were, no questions asked. He had seen and delivered many a things that he could not even fathom and encountered different individuals whom he could consider to be out of this world, but he didn’t. He wasn’t paid to think, he was paid to keep his mouth shut. The consequences for violating the rules were severe. He didn’t want to end up like his late colleague Remy.
Clayton looked at his gold plated Swiss Bulgari. His client was late. He pushed aside the grubby red curtains and looked out the window. The storm didn’t seem to be passing away, if at all it looked like it was just starting to enjoy itself. It loomed outside the small apartment room that he was renting for the night. An hour passed and Clayton started to get impatient. His clients were always on time no matter the hour. He paced around the room considering his options when there was a silent knock on the door. He looked through the eye hole in the door to see an old man, smartly dressed in a suit waiting outside. He had dark glasses on even though it was two in the morning.
The old man certainly fitted his client’s description but it was always better to be safe Clayton thought as he pulled out the revolver from his side pocket. He opened the door slowly pointing the gun at his client. The sight that greeted him would be etched in his mind forever. There was a large gaping hole on the old man’s body. His intestines were hanging out like it had been ripped apart from outside, but there were no signs of blood. Before Clayton could react the body of the old man was shoved in front him and he fell down due to the weight of the body.
A dark shadow loomed over the terrified Clayton, as the sound of thunder echoed outside. Clayton shoved the body of the old man to one side and reached for his revolver that was on the floor. Blue light streamed out of the hands of his assailant and stuck the revolver, which left nothing but black dust. Clayton was terrified out of his mind now.
“Who..who are you?? What do you want???” he trembled in fear.
“I am like you. I have no name..” a mellow voice replied. “I want answers!! “His voice changed to anguish.
Before Clayton could comprehend what his assailant was talking about, Clayton was lifted and slammed into the bed. The air rushed out of his lungs, the world seemed to get blurry and suddenly his body felt like it was on fire. Blue light that felt like large shock of electricity streamed out of his assailants hands and then it stopped. He came back to his senses, his body aching all over and finally got a look at his assailant through the little light that was streaming out from the windows.
Dark, long brown hair flowed down to the broad shoulders of the naked six foot figure standing over him. He looked like he hadn’t shaved in days and his eyes, oh his eyes terrified Clayton. Dark brown eyes that seemed calm and collected even in the situation. The eyes had the aura of a person who had overcome huge grief and sorrow and the look of someone who would do anything to get he wanted. He was looking at a mad man and there was no way to survive the situation than giving him what he wanted.
“Are you ready to talk..?” asked the man with no name.
“Yes. Please ask me anything..anything you want..” Clayton’s throat burned as he attempted to reply. The words came in small gasps.
“Do you know what you are?” asked the assailant.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Gasped Clayton with all his strength. Oh god, his throat was hurting like hell.
“You like this old man and me, do not belong here. We are a plague upon this world. We deserve to die. But death is not taking me yet until I avenge him. I owe him that.” Replied the assailant his voice getting menacing by the second.
Clayton looked on in horror as the words came out of his assailant’s mouth. He was truly a mad man. God help him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Clayton repeated.
“Oh you know. You know!!! “Yelled his assailant as blots of electricity stuck Clayton, burning him inside out.
“Where is she?!? Where is my sister?!!!”
Riviera Update
I’ve gotten some free time and I’ve been working on the second entry of Riviera. Hopefully will be updated weekly. So stay tuned if you liked the first one. Thanks.