Hell's Road

William walks the streets reading an entry in his notes."Now where can he be?" looking intensely through his book. His newest mark was sighted in this area five times in the last two days. "Somebody, HELP!!!" screamed a voice from the ally ahead. Will rushes over to find nothing. "Damn, he got away." he said as he began to turn back towards the street, when a claw ripped through his jacket. "Got ya" William said with a smirk as he sent a hellish punch back at his attacker. The creatures body rolling on the ground before hitting the wall."Another easy payday" He grabs his sword and finishes the target with an explosive slash. With the job done he heads to the plaza for some coffee and collect his pay.

Arron was pulled from his dreaming by a strong vibration that shook his whole apartment. The room seemed to lurch to one side and Arron was relucantly pulled from his bed sheets and thrown to the floor. Before he had a chance to get up from the rotting wooden floor and to his feet he found himself bombarded by cigarette packets and various books of medicine, all falling from the shelf above his bed which he had told himself a countless number of times to remove or at least secure. Under the pile of paper the man groaned, letting out a heavy sigh before emerging from the heap. It seemed that one morning too many started off like this and such chaotic happenings were becoming more frequent around the old secondhand apartment he called home.

As Arron got to his feet he looked towards the window, expecting to see something that might indicate what time it was. Unfortunatley the window had been borded up so tightly not even a single ray of light crept through. Next he would normally check his mobile but he knew that it had ran out of charge after it had cut out halfway through a call between his boss and himself last night. With nothing else to do he pulled on some clean clothes and his lab coat then stumbled through the apartments to emerge in a long narrow alley. As he made his way through these slums he glanced upwards only to realise that the area he was in was sheltered, metal sheets bridging across the gaps and boarding out sunlight like it were an enemy. Arron himself didn't understand why he had decided to take up residence in such a dark place where the only illumination was from the occasional open window or lantern. As the tired and depressed man made his way down the street he couldn't help but swear, it had become routine that he scold him self for being so stupid and buying an apartment he cause it was cheap.