Paint The Night Red

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     Not many details were given to me for my next assignment, so I did my findings. And with the bit they gave me, I knew what, where and how.

I just needed to visit a few places, a few calls and a few directions. It was for sure going to take time, but I would eventually find what I was looking for, I always did. 

      But there was something about this assignment that seemed odd. Jacques and I had gotten a lead, which took us to the Las Vegas springs preserve and I wondered, if not doubted that someone that important or influential would live in a desert. 

     We had pulled up in Jacques Bentley Flying Spur Speed, and I took my binoculars to look into the house, and nothing but darkness and isolation were perceived. 

     The mansion was located at the Las Vegas springs preserve located nearly three miles west of downtown Las Vegas. 

     Although the mansion seemed to have been occupied by a royal, it was a total waste now. We had decided to go, when we found a man at the garden controlling a utility vehicle that was hydrogen solar powered. 

      I walked up to him and demanded to see the owner of the house, but he came back saying he was late, and the caretaker? None, it was a government property, which certainly looked like it. 

     "Start your car Jacques, let's get the hell outta here. This is a dead end" I said to Jacques as I slammed the door. 

     He looked at me with his piercing eyes "You know I'm never wrong, right?" 

     "Yes!" I replied abruptly. "And that is why I'm coming back here tonight to check the house myself!" I said confidently, and we had our leave, waiting for the night. 

    The night was as cold as ice, and the wind howled down to the earth, taking the fallen brown leaves casted away by the trees to green grounds.

Logan dipped his nose into the air with a sated inhale and exhale. The leaves fell over his broad shoulders in a patting manner and he admired that the trees deemed the leaves worthy of freedom. To him, they weren't casted away; they were getting freed. 

     He stood under a big shed and columns of moonlight reflected on his graceful face. He was a fine man, but he had a lot of chips on his shoulders. 

      The pacified night wasn't for him, because every little sound was received by his ears and every movement was caught by his sensory receptors, and there was one he could sense.

With slow motion and in stealth, the potential prey lurked forward. But Logan stood still with a smile in his heart; it wasn't a night of violence, oh, only if he could control all his circumstances. 

     Leaves rustled, they were disturbed by foot matches, and it disturbed the peace of the night for the supernatural being. It was getting near, and nearer… then… he turned around and in a single motion, held the person's hand, receiving a gasp immediately to his ear drums. 

     "Wow, you're very fast… what's your secret?" Mrs Lopez asked, amazed by his abilities. 

    Logan graced his face with a smile "Fast? Secret? I did what any normal human being could do, didn't I?" 

     "You're special, Logan. Don't you ever forget that" 

     "No I'm not. But you are" Logan said with the sketch of a light smile across his cheeks. 

     Mrs Lopez shook her head. "You tease me a lot. Why do you come here all the time?" 

    "You mean, why do I come outside all the time?" 

     "Do you ever sleep?" She asked. 

     Logan turned around facing the moon in a passionate stance. "Most times, I just can't sleep." 

     Mrs Lopez drew closer at him and rested her hand on his shoulder, with a pat. "Well, you try and get some sleep. I'm going inside. Goodnight and sweet dreams" 

     "Sweet dreams…?" Logan chuckled. "There is nothing like sweet dreams for people like me." He muttered to himself. 

     "What?" Mrs Lopez didn't get what he said. 

     "Oh nothing. Good night" 

     She stepped out of the horizon and was lost into the darkness in no time. 

     It's been more than one quarter of an hour since Mrs Lopez retreated to her bedroom, and Logan was still outside.

He seemed like he was waiting for someone, or something, and he was just about to call off the night when he heard footsteps approaching towards him. His first thought glanced at Mrs Lopez "slept already?" 

     There was no answer. He closed his eyes, sniffed a little and the wind carried different scents to his nose. He parted his lip halfway with a dividend smile as he counted numerous footsteps. One thing was sure; it wasn't Mrs Lopez. She wouldn't be extra careful walking toward him. 

     But still, he maintained his stance, like he hadn't even an atom of idea of what was happening behind him. 

     The memories of the night at Cuba immediately flashed across his mind like a shooting star and his claws were forced out. He could wait longer because he had been triggered to do only one thing; kill.

But now, all he had was his claws and his golden glowing eyes which were enough machinery to paint the night red. He thought it would be a fair night until he inhaled the smell of bullets and guns, the beast knew it all. 

    He charged immediately after positioning his prey. It had to be a silent slaughter night so that no soul in his household would be awakened by the cries and gunshots from his prey. 

     Guns were cocked, but the target was varnished. The assassins were dressed in black like the night but they were spitted on by the moon's illumination, and it was just enough for the beast to lay waste their lives on the platter, at once. 

     He hid behind a tree watching his prey being dazed; he so much loved this trick. It was a perfect moment to crouch and wait for a silent kill. He had counted four men around, but he knew there were more, and that was where the conflict and problem insinuated.

What were they doing here? And why are the others not here? He couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't risk having any innocent soul waste… so he dived at the two men in front of him and quickly penetrated their throat with his claws!

They gagged! Bodies palpitate, and eyes flickered, revealing the wrath of death. He held the two of them tightly even after their noiseless death and used their bodies to cover himself. But it was too late.