| NigeL (Installment 2) Peering eyes move across a field of black, as a silent guard walks through his rounds. No movement, no light. As the nightly guards sweeps quietly towards his booth to sleep another hour before his next check. A glint suddenly flashes as the guard settles in his chair. He suddenly jumps up to examine what the source of the light was just as a pistol is shoved into his eye. �You should have just gone to sleep,� a voice says behind the dark barrel. The click of the pistols trigger was the last thing that flashed through the guards mind, mixed with the countless memories of his life. His lifeless form slumps towards the ground and falls with a thump at the man�s feet. The man steps quickly over the body and moves towards the dark house for which the guard was posted. Moving in and out of nicely trimmed bushes and lavishly arranged flowers, he steps towards the house. No sound just silence, as the flash suddenly erupts across the darkness once more. The man takes a swallow of liquid out of a flask from which the flash was produced. He settles it back into his pocket and adjusts the pistols in his sleeves. Moving towards the door, the man rings the doorbell and stands there silently. A small light turns on in the corner of the house, filling the night with its thin stream of luminescence. Click, click, click rings through the air as the bolts are released from the ornately carved door. The door slowly opens a crack, where through a small serving lady pokes her head through. �May I help you?,� she inquires to this stranger. �Is the master of the house home? I am in dire need to speak with him.� �He is home but is asleep and will not see guests till the morning,� the woman says as she pulls her head back into the house and shuts the door. As the door shuts the figure slides his foot into the doorway and shoves the door with his arm. The door flies open slamming the service woman towards the ground in a large chamber. Etched in moonlight all that is to be seen of the man is his silhouette as he slides through he doorway. He moves quickly towards the side of the woman and picks her up. She stand on her feet abashed that someone would do something like this. Pushing the man towards the door, reassuring him that her master will see him tomorrow, she freezes. A gun that appeared out of nowhere now pressed into her forehead. �He will see me and he will see me tonight,� the man says shoving her backward with the barrel of the gun. She turns frightened and starts to bolt out of the room. Two quick darts of sound echo in the chamber and the woman slides to the floor, head splattered across the wall. �They always try to fucking run,� the man says tucking away the pistol, �they always try to fucking run.� Moving around the room, the man heads up a flight of stairs into a long hallway. Peeking into room after room, the man enters one that is lavishly decorated with gold and silver engravings. The man slides towards a richly decorated chair with think engravings of deer touched with gold highlights. He sits and becomes comfortable, just before the dart of a bullet fills the air once more. The shape on the bed screams in pain as the bullet shatters his shin bone. �Are you Mr. Isaiah Muliander?� says the voice from the chair. �Yes!� the man screams through tears, thrashing on the bed, �What do you want?� �Well lets see, you ask the question of what I want? Do you really want to know the answer?� �YES! Who are you and what the fuck are you doing in my house?� Isaiah screams regaining some of himself through the pain. �Ok, your first question was who am I? Well I don�t think that you will need this any time in the future, but it is NigeL,� the man says standing up, � and what I am doing here is killing you.� NigeL smiles as he walks towards him. Isaiah squirms in his bed trying hopefully to get away from the man. Slowly, NigeL puts a hand on Isaiah�s shoulder and pushes him down. �There is no use trying to run, your maid tried and now her brains are sprayed across a painting. Shame too because it was a Salvador Dali, though I doubt anyone will care. Anyway, would you like a drink?� he says pulling out the flask again. �Why the fuck are you asking me if I want a drink?� Isaiah says looking at the man blankly. �Because I figured you wanted one last one before I do this,� NigeL slams his pistol into the other man�s mouth and slams his finger across the trigger, �But I guess your not me, because I would have taken the drink.� Slowly pulling his pistol out of Isaiah�s mouth, NigeL turns and walks out the door. �I hate when it turns into a bloody mess.� |