It was dark, the night seemed to be more sinister than usual. Silently the wind whispered its melodic song of loneliness, rushing through the empty streets. It was a precursor, letting its cold message flow into the sleeping people. It filled the ones, who still dared to be awake, with an impalpable fear in their hearts.
Everyone and no-one knew that the time of despair was approaching, slowly and inexorable…


Kraz loved the darkness; it was the same as he felt in his soul. No light, no love… everything sinister and black.  He enjoyed the silence of the night when he wandered through the city, it seemed like not a single soul wanted to be part of the hypnotizing magic the night emitted… He sighed, it’d be better if he would concentrate on his real purpose. As dark as the night was, his intentions of walking through the city would have been despised by all the inhabitants, since it was something that was punished and paid with the very own life…

Assassination was one of the most terrible sins humans could commit.
And still… he did it. For money, but not only for this. He craved for blood, watched his victims’ lives end with pleasure... He shook his head. Kraz shouldn’t recall these memories – otherwise he’d just kill the next passenger…


The assassin stopped in front of a rather small building, the smell of left garbage was nearly unbearable. Kraz coughed, he hated his current orders. During the last few weeks, since this so-called prophet in town foresaw the arrival of an unknown menace, the whole upper half of the inhabitants went insane, sending orders to him in fear that traitors had already infiltrated the city. Of course, Kraz didn’t believe the prophet, but he couldn’t reject ALL orders… Furthermore, that predictor hadn’t been wrong with his premonitions in his entire life…! Besides, his last orders were indeed… Different. The assassin shook his head; he went behind the building, looking for a ladder leading upwards. In the description the target was a young man, destroying everything while making his job in the park. But lately, he hadn’t done anything after a mysterious person had given him a letter. Kraz didn’t understand why people suspected others just because of such a small thing… And now, after he saw the target with his very own eyes, he couldn’t even THINK of killing, rather of a death suffocating while laughing.
“Yes! Go, Superbaby! Don’t let Minivillain win!” A rather young and gaunt man was jumping around on his couch, cheering for a hero of a kids’ show – a baby, it seemed. Screaming, wiggling and crying this person nearly collapsed when his superhero emerged as the very winner of the incredible fight against  Minivillain.


Kraz had seen far enough. This person was surely not a spy. Or better: The assassin wasn’t in the mood to kill such a guy… He climbed down the ladder and headed to the exit of the blind alley.  Suddenly Kraz heard the sound of an opening window, he turned around, drew a dagger and tried to block the attack. With inhuman force, the assassin was pressed on the ground and a gaunt looking face stared at Kraz. Who was this? The assassin looked harder.  As far as he could see – and this wasn’t easy since that being’s breath smelled worse than hell - it was the man he had spared!
“Did you think that I didn’t recognize you, you miserable little bug?” The man spoke with a paralyzing voice, increasing the pressure on the little thing Kraz had drawn. The assassin got nervous, he knew that now he had to be extremely careful…
“Who do you think you are?” The attacker licked over his mouth with an outrageously long tongue.
“I’m one of those you most fear… Ascended from the darkness, we’ll conquer your city, devouring everyone in our way… Threaten your lives, kill your children…”
“And why the hell do you tell me this?”
“Why? I want to devour you, that’s all…” Right now a car passed the dead end, the assassin could briefly see the attacker. The man’s face had turned into a grimace, the mouth went deep into the cheeks, the eyes gleamed red in the light… But nothing surprised Kraz more than the thing that pressed his dagger closer to his throat every second. Instead of a hand there were claws, some thinner, others thicker, but all of them sharp, just perfect to rip a human apart…

“We love your blood… Even if you’re one of the filthiest rats on earth…” Suddenly Kraz kicked into the creature’s stomach, the being crashed against the wall. The assassin wiped off the dripping blood which came from a scratch his own dagger had inflicted.
“I know. You’re not the first of your kind I had to face.” Kraz drew a pistol and pointed it at the creature.
“Return to your goddamn darkness.” He shot and it hit – but only the monster's arm. It didn’t care for the wound, instead it stood up and grinned.
“As if a single shot would kill me…” The creature flung a bin against the assassin who could not really dodge it. His right shoulder was hit, the sudden pain let Kraz cringe.
“… Goddamn you…” He shook his arm a bit, it didn’t hurt too much.
“Die.”
The assassin drew a whip, made out of metal, but still bendable. The creature guffawed, looking at the old tool of torturing.
“And with THIS you want to kill me?”
“No.” He whipped after the monster and grabbed it at the leg. The being wanted to jump, instead it fell and was dragged to Kraz.
“I prefer using my hands for your race, you know...” The assassin smirked and slowly he dug his fingers into its neck...


A cell-phone rang, Kraz wiped the blood off and answered.
“… The “outside?” … Sure.” The assassin sighed.
“… And the next one.” He hated his current jobs, really.