Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Everything else belongs to Laurell K. Hamilton, Jim Butcher, J.K. Rowling, their publishing companies, and the creators of Charmed, Angel, and Elektra.
Darkness had fell over the city like a large black blanket. The streets were wet and slick from the rain, while a hush feel over the riverfront. The sound of shoes hitting the pavement echoed through the alley. A woman in her mid-thirties was running for her life from an unseen force. She knew someone was hunting her, but didn�t understand why or who. The woman lived her life in peace, while trying to help others, why anyone wanted to kill her was beyond her recognition. She was dressed in heals and a dress and it was difficult for her to run due to the wet pavement. Running out of options, she made a left turn and realized to late it was a mistake. She had come down a dead end alley and when she turned around the thing that had been hunting her was blocking her only way out.
The figure was dressed all in black with no part of the body showing except for the eyes. There was no soul behind those eyes, no regret, no conscious, and no remorse. The figure reached inside its duster and pulled out a shotgun and aimed the gun at the woman
�Please don�t kill me. I�ll give you anything you want just don�t kill me,� the woman pleaded.
The figure cocked its head for a minute then pulled the trigger. The buckshot hit the woman in her chest and exploded out her back. She had screamed before it hit her and the scream echoed through the alleyway. Her body hit the ground with a thump and what was left of her heart sprayed across the alley wall like paint on an artist�s canvas. The killer walked over to her and flipped her body over. There was an amulet around her neck and it reached down and ripped it off, then wrapped it up and placed it in the front pocket of its duster. Taking one last look at the dead body, the dark assassin left the alleyway and the woman behind. It hit the district in a few short seconds, then into the parking lot of a run down hotel. Opening the door, the figure entered a small room that smelt like sickness and began making its way towards the stairs. The attendant on duty that night wouldn�t even meet them in the eyes. He turned around and gave a sigh when the figure was out of sight. The night clerk was scared shitless of that killer and the only reason he took them in was due to the fact they paid him five hundred dollars cash. The black dressed demon made it to their door, unlocking it and went in. Once inside it pulled out a phone and dialed a number. Waiting for someone to pick it up, the figure pulled out the amulet, unwrapped the jewel and held it up to the lights to get a better look at.
�Hello,� came a gruff voice on the other end.
�The job is done and I got what you asked for,� said the figure.
�Good.� Replied the man.
�Then does that mean I can come home now,� asked the black demon.
�No. I�ve got another job for you and it�s in the same place,� answered the man.
The figure sighed and glanced at the amulet then stated, �Then what do I do about the amulet?�
�There will be a briefcase on 4th and Broadway under a bus station seat. A yellow folder will be inside. Take it out and put the amulet in its place, then leave. You�re to pick it up at noon,� said the man.
�Fine,� they replied.
The phone went dead and the black demon stood looking curiously at the amulet wondering why The Hand wanted it. The demon placed it back in it�s wrapping, shoved it into a backpack and headed for the shower.