A new Assassin

These types of nights were a nice break
from the usual. No patrols of shinigami in the area, no hollows to
distract from the cool darkness. Just Alex, an empty rooftop, and his
thoughts. His mind was a swirl of painful memories and clouded
judgements, his subconscious questioning his every decision, from the
major choices he had made to the small insignificant ones. But who
was Alex to say the decisions were insignificant? Perhaps the slight
shift in weight all those years ago could have sent to man to a
different death, cause a chain reaction that would have taken him out
of this situation.




It did not matter now though. Alex was
resigned to his fate. He was a monster, an uncontrollable beast who
had killed his comrades in a fit of anger. Not that he had been the
one in control of his body, but it was his fault nonetheless. He had
seen the warning signs, noticed the slight hints of insanity creeping
into his mind long before, and he did nothing. All out of some stupid
idea that if he asked for help he was admitting that he was crippled.
He had been foolish, and he would pay for his idiocy for the rest of
his life.




What are you moping about, you
fuckin' retard? This life is great, no worries no cares! And no
fuckin' piece of shit shinigami all over the place trying to tell you
what to do. You should be thanking me you son of a bitch!




Ah, the source of all Alex's problems.
The hollow that had nested itself inside of Alex when it had devoured
a part of his soul. When he had let his anger reign free, the hollow
had taken over, killed many men that Alex had called comrades. He
hated the beast, and he needed him, as he knew that the only thing
keeping himself from turning himself in was the nagging voice of the
hollow, constantly reminding him that he would kill more shinigami if
Alex got caught.





To be honest, Alex did not really mind
this new life. The other vizards were kind enough, and seemed happy
to teach him how to control the beast, something he could do fairly
easily now. Still, they were so akin to shinigami that it made Alex
long for his quarters in the Omnitsukido. He had a simple life back
then, and now it was overly complicated and painful.




A small scream was heard from the alley
to Alex's right, and he slowly got up from his sitting position to
see what it was. Sure enough, a woman was being attacked by two men
in the alley. One had a knife against her throat while the other
seemed to be looking under her dress. Was she hiding jewelry under
there? No matter, it didn't really interest Alex what women kept
under their clothes. That was their own business, not his, and
definitely not these two mens' either.




Alex jumped down silently from the
rooftop, landing crouched behind the two men. In an instant, his
blades were through their thighs, and he quickly removed them and
stabbed again through the men's ribcages, purposefully missing all
major organs and blood vessels so they would survive until the cops
showed up. He then nodded to the woman and shunpoed back onto the
rooftop, sitting down again. What a way to ruin a perfect
night. he thought as he wiped his blades onto his coat, not
caring if it covered the dark brown leather in blood. It was already
almost a murky red thanks to that habit.

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