Rosenrot

He is a tall man, crisp and refined, pale and handsome. Only his eyes betray his true nature and intent, they shift and search about the room, studying, calculating. 1

In the back, sitting in a leather sofa is his target. He does not know, nor does anyone else with him, that death walks among them, That each and every one of their fears is held in the mind of this dark stranger.2

In his mind he prepares himself, envisioning his victims dieing screams, gasps and expression. Chuckling inwardly, he slowly steps forward, Inhaling the sharp odor of cleaning fluids and new plastic. Its a shame to ruin such a nice floor he thinks, and takes a long deep breath.3

"Ah, Mr.Ridley is it?" The target asks, fiddling with his shirt collar. The stranger nods and removes a pair of pristine white gloves from his chest pocket, slapping them against his wrist to remove an imaginary speck of dust. "I assume you are here to see me about the incident last month?"4

The stranger does not reply, instead drawing a 9 millimeter automatic from the inside of his jacket. He looks up and takes in his targets expression, savoring the pure fear and shock on his face. The people around him start to move out of the way skittering to the doors, only to find them locked.5

The first bullet is fired, The room resounds with the crash of it exploding from the barrel. A dull, and morbidly amusing thud then follows. Blood and brains grace the wall and the target falls, the back of his head removed.6

The people scream and cower in the corners. More gunshots, more blood, less screaming.7

The killer smiles and wipes a spatter of blood from his cheek, Breathing in he smells the gore. Smiling even wider moves around the room, methodically firing one shot into each of the already prone bodies, spraying more blood onto the walls and floor. When he finishes he sits. And begins to sing softly to himself.8

Several floors below two men watch him through a dim computer screen. Sweat runs down their brows, gathering on their eyes. Each of them is frozen in fear.9

The stranger stands, and begins to laugh, to them it sounds as if the devil himself was laughing, he looks into the camera and stops laughing. The watchers freeze, tears are running down the killers face.10

And then he vanishes