As the night grew colder, two figures clad in black slowly climbed the stairs of an apartment. They looked unbothered and indifferent as they conversed together.
"Man, are we sure we want to do this? You know that person is the most highly sought after person in the underworld with multiple connections that we can't afford to offend. If we do this, we're dead."
His partner blinked, then considered for a moment before laughing it off.
"Ray, why are you so afraid? You know we have their backing right, because of them we became part of the mystical world and with their backing no one's gonna do anything to us. Plus we're part of the supernatural world now — can't you feel the strength coursing through your veins? I'm sure we can take on whoever that comes after us."
Ray hesitated for a split second before nodding.
"Alright," he said cautiously.
Soon they stood in front of 15-B, Ray and Chester paused for a moment before they relaxed themselves. Chester reached into his pocket and withdrew a small pouch. He drew a narrow roll of black fabric, and unwrapped it with care. Inside lay a thin tension wrench and a set of picks
He inserted the tension wrench into the keyway and applied slight pressure. The metal gave a faint creak. One by one, the pins lifted under the pick's tip. Chester's breathing slowed, his eyes tight as he lifted the pins.
Click.
A second pin set.
Click.
Ray kept watch down the corridor, his heartbeat was fast and quick, for some reason he felt uneasy. But he didn't complain, instead he dutifully did his job as the lookout.
Another click.
The cylinder turned.
Chester caught the knob before it could snap back and slowly twisted it open. The latch withdrew with a soft mechanical slide.
The door creaked as it eased inward, Chester and Ray exchanged a look before entering the apartment.
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The apartment was dark, curtains drawn tight over the windows. No light slipped through as the room remained completely still.
There was a circular round table placed a few meters from the entrance, a beautiful porcelain vase was placed at its centre.
Inside the vase was a single flower that stood gracefully.
Beside them a coat-rack and some distance away from the round table was an L-shaped couch.
A room was present at the corner of the humble apartment which was a little away from the kitchen that was directly behind the couch and another room was present in front of the couch.
Both of them moved slowly towards the room in front of the couch, careful not to make a sound.
As Ray's fingers closed around the knob, his face suddenly paled and his body trembled into a cold sweat. His eyes lost its glimmer as he unconsciously tightened up.
Looking to his side, he could see Chester too shaking in fear.
Their eyes met each other and a tacit understanding passed through them.
This was their spiritual intuition warning them... warning them of great danger that laid past the door!
Chester's eyes grew vigilant as he pulled a curved knife from his pocket, no longer underestimating the mission.
Ray took a few steps to the side and placed himself in their blindspot.
He slowly opened the door, peeking his head through, he witnessed the man sleeping silently, shrouded in his sheets. Suddenly, Ray felt a lot more comfortable than before. He gave a slight nod to Chester who slipped into the room, ahead of him.
They advanced closer to the bed, their movements more cautious than before.
Chester raised the curved blade.
For a fraction of a second, he hesitated.
Then he drove it down.
The knife sank down effortlessly — the figure beneath the sheets did not flinch nor did he cry or bleed.
Their brows knit together as a wave of confusion hit them.
What was happening?
The thought passed through the two of them in unison.
With a sharp motion, Ray seized the edge of the sheets and tore them back. A pillow lay arranged beneath the blanket, shaped crudely into the outline of a body.
The bed was empty.
They both met each other's eyes.. then looked back.
A pair of crimson eyes burned in the darkness, staring at them, watching them.
The eyes blinked.
Then the shadow lunged forward, tackling Chester to the ground.
The impact slammed him hard against the wooden floor, his grip faltered and the knife flew from his hand, skidding across the floorboards before disappearing beneath the bed.
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A/N - I'm back! Anyways short chapter I know but tomorrow I'll upload one that's at least 1.2k words. My writings skills went to trash cause of the hiatus, so bare with me. It'll get better, give me a week or two.
My exams went well I suppose, maths cooked me lol and my parents only care bout maths and science so I'm finished! I'm praying to big yahu to get good grades 🥀Now gimmie them powerstones