Snippet #1501902

Lance like usual woke up hot and sweating from a bad dream. New Moscow was a great place. But the slums weren't a light rain building in the sky. It was going to be a day alright. He could tell. His earphones were already in as he step out the shower and began putting close on. He wondered what the others were doing at that time. They all had different reasons for wanting the crazy mad man of a dictator died. But as long as he died Lance didn't Are. As long as it was buy his own to hands. No gun. No blade. Not even a drug or poison could kill him, just Lance's bare hands.

He didn't know the motivation of others. He didn't really care but he did wonder sometimes. He was usually not very kind and cold around them. Just like he liked it. After a little while of hard thinking he finally got his long sleeve on and put his knifes there. Then put a knife in his shoe and walked out almost slamming door. But he didn't care at all. He would always be alone. So he neVer worried about any else around him. They were just people in the moment. Soon they would be gone like the wind. Gone like the essence of happy memory's.

When he was outside he steered clear of anyone not wanting to seem suspicious or any vice he didn't notice to see his earphones and attack. He noticed two vice men coming and a vice lady behind him. Almost shielding her self so no one would notice her. But he did. He turned and walked into an ally way with another street across it. When he was mid way through he saw the three line up in single file and tail him. He turned and smiled."Want a fight guys".

Right then the largest of the men cam at him. He put on Pushing me away at the last second. Making him a lot faster and easily dodged the tackle. The next man a little slower but stronger ran at him. He jumped above him and kicked him in the back of the head all in one swift motion. He was out already. The women being much quicker almost hit him. He grabbed her outstretched arm and twisted it. Making pain seep through her arm and making her cry in pain. The first man who had attacked him then came.

He kicked at his leg and Lance easily moved it out of the way. Making the man kick the women he was still holding. The man surprised at how he kicked his own partner got very mad. He tackled Lance into a building. Ah just great now it would be easier for Lance. The man got up and charged at him. Lance laughed at his foolish attempt. He took the mans he'd and pit into his knee and he was out blood spilling out if his nose. He sparred the men for the had never even touched him. But the women he would just tell her to leave.

Well that was before she cut his cheek with a knife almost killing him. He laughed and flicked out his switchblade like knifes in his shirt sleeve. She came at him hard almost knocking him over. But he recovered and put his foot under hers and lifted up sending her into a wall hard. She got up quickly and threw the knife missing by mere inches after Lance moved slightly. She pulled a big knife on him now it was time to get to work. He lifted his arms in a "x" formation and waited for her to come.she flung herself of the nearest wall. He jumped back and she landed behind him.

She got even angrier after that stabbing her knife into the air around him as he easily dogged each one with ease and grace. That obviously made her madder and she began stabbing harder and faster. Still not getting more than Lances slight attention in the least. He got tired of going easy and decided to end this. He kicked at he knee breaking her leg instantly. She cried and perched herself on a wall still standing. He ran to her putting up his arms to begin to stab her when she lurched forward to kill him in a last ditch effort. Well her efforts failed and his knifes went directly into her stomach. He chuckled. Wouldn't be the last person he killed. He put his knifes away and walked out the whole the earlier man made and began walking down the street again. It was his life and he had to except it. It was a normal life to him. But yet he hated it. The killing. But the one death by his hand he would not mourn or regret is gonna be the death of Viktor.