Another city, another job. DJ tugged the edge of the beanie hat lower to cover his shocking white hair. The job of an assassin was mundane, really, not half as glamorous as the movies liked to portray. DJ was an aljunnu at heart, despite his half-human body. Sometimes he'd stay human the whole time to go after a target, relishing in the challenge. Other times, like tonight, he just wanted to do the job. Earlier that day he and Gabriel had been playing basketball in a park, and he'd fallen asleep on the grass, in the sun. Sun-baked human-aljunnu hybrids tend to get grouchy.

(How are you, Dragon?)
He rolled his eyes, hearing his commander's voice once again in his mind.
(Fine, same as I was when you checked in two minutes ago,) he answered. He drew the knife from the sheath at his hip and sighed. (I'm going in for the kill now, so you can go away unless you want to hold my hand for this too.)
She sounded sheepish. (Sorry.)
His reply was gentle. (It's okay. 'Bye now.)
The pressure in the base of his skull eased as her presence faded. Grinning wickedly, he raised the knife. The air around him rippled, and he vanished.

He was an old man, a tired old businessman, a sealer of shady deals and exchanger of vast amounts of money. One couldn't tell by his appearance what his past was. He had the bloodshot eyes and sickly grey, stubbled face of an empty house and a cold bed. Sometimes he wondered whether the money was worth it or not. He hardly had time to spend it - he was always working to keep the deals under cover, always looking over his shoulder to watch for the gun. He plodded down the street, hands in his pockets. He glanced towards the end of the street, a smile curving his lips when he saw who was standing on the corner. Oh, yes, the money was well worth it.
He picked up his pace, heading for the corner.
He didn't take a second glance at the alley on his left as he passed it, the portal of shadows. He didn't see the silver blade appear out of thin air, spinning, shining brightly in the dim light as it sped towards him before embedding itself in the side of his skull.
Lying there, blood pooling out from around his body, the girls screaming on the corner didn't see the blue mist in the alley coalescing, swirling to form a boy who was grinning as he surveyed his handiwork. And then the boy faded, mists dissipating.
DJ was bored, not a good state for a mischievous aljunnu wandering the city streets in shadow form. He found it amusing to stay in the light where he was invisible, only on the edge of the shadows. He was a wraith, a ghost, hovering on the border between the astral plane and the physical plane. He was flickering in and out of existence, dancing on the strands of time.
"Did you come for me?"
He froze, on the the edge of a streetlamp's glow. "Pardon?"
The speaker was an old women, curled against the wall of an alley, gazing up at him with wide eyes. "Did you come for me? I can't quite see you, sonny. Come closer."
He slid out of the light, shimmering into being. He stared down at her curiously.
She sucked in a breath of awe. "You're beautiful. You are an angel. He must had heard my prayer." She sighed. "I guess it's my time. You can take me now."
DJ took a step back, alarmed. She thought he was a what? Pity flooded him when he saw just how frail she was, how weak and vulnerable. She wouldn't live long, sitting here in the streets.
There was only one thing to do. A wave of his hand, and shadow wraiths appeared around him. The old woman eyed them, curious and fascinated.
"Close your eyes," DJ whispered.
The woman nodded and obeyed, her face glowing with gratitude.
One word said, and the wraiths lunged, leaping onto the woman and quickly draining her of life. She wouldn't feel a thing.
DJ drifted away, hovering in the light against. The old woman looked peaceful, asleep.
Just another night on the job again, right?
Killing, or mercy killing, as the job may be.