The resplendent moon hung above, illuminating the concrete jungle below it. The city was still bustling and full of people even at midnight. Cars are numerous and the loud cacophony of people having fun outside is deafening. Neon lights flickered all around the streets, giving light to its surroundings.
Inside a dark alley, no people can be seen. A middle aged man was running through it, bumping trash cans and heaps of garbage as he ran like somebody was chasing him. His face was haggard and he was sweating bullets. He was a pretty fit guy, with an above average height and build. He was obviously just got out from his work as he was still wearing his suit and was carrying a briefcase. As he ran while panting, he suddenly encountered a dead end.
"Fuck!" the middle aged man cursed as he stood, looking at the moss covered wall in front of him.
He quickly turned around and opened his work briefcase but instead of documents or papers inside, it was a sharp knife. He slowly caught his breath and immediately brandished the knife he brought and threw away his suitcase as he stood his ground, waiting for the one who had discovered him.
As the middle aged man stood, waiting anxiously, raindrops slowly fell from the sky, hitting him and the ground. The middle aged man rubbed both of his eyes as water got inside them but when he finished doing it, a tall man dressed in a black coat was suddenly standing across him. His eyes was like glowing in the dark, staring at the middle aged man like a prey. The cold constant drizzle was drowning the surrounding sounds, like the nervous heartbeat of the middle aged man.
"What do you want!?" the middle aged man shouted at the mysterious man as saliva flew out from his mouth. He gripped his knife with his trembling hands as he observed the actions of the mysterious man, who was still standing like a statue.
"You," the mysterious man replied with his hands inside his coat pockets. Slowly, with his black rubber gloves, he unsheathed his own knife too, same model with the middle aged man.
"Do you know what you did wrong?" the mysterious man asked as he observed the knife he just brandished, the raindrops soaking him and the knife wet.
"You killed young women with this same knife, young innocent women with their future ahead of them."
"No, I did not! What are you saying? You got the wrong person, man," the middle aged man shouted nervously as his already trembling hands trembled even more. He did not know how the mysterious man found out about his 'hobby'. He was thinking of ways how to get out of the place when his mind suddenly cleared.
" You know what, I do not know what are you saying but if I were you, I will run away right now. I am pissed because of this rain, my suit is now ruined and it is because of you!" the middle aged man shouted as he no longer trembled, full of arrogance and confidence.
I killed numerous people, why am I scared of this mysterious guy, the middle aged man thought as he slowly approached the statue like man, his hand holding the knife pointing at the mysterious man.
The middle aged man was still staring at the mysterious man, observing his every action as he was also holding a knife but he was fearless now. He was a murderer, a serial killer in fact. 13 young innocent women fell to his blade. He was a predator, and he was sure that this mysterious guy was just trying to be a knight in shining armor or just a devastated boyfriend of a girl he killed.
"Why are you so quiet? Are you scared n-," the middle aged man smugly said as he approached the mysterious man when he suddenly found the mysterious man's knife lodged in his solar plexus, not giving him any chance to scream.
The mysterious man then quickly pulled out the knife and stabbed both his carotid and aorta arteries almost simultaneously, leaving the knife lodged in the middle aged man's chest. The middled aged man's body fell down the dirty concrete floor of the alley, his dark red blood and water mixing.
The mysterious man stared at the convulsing body of the evil creature he just slain, no emotions visible in his eyes. Even his breathing was not hurried, like what he did was just normal and everyday thing for him. He then carved an upside down cross on the palm of the middle aged man and cleaned the knife that he used on his soaked suit. After making sure that no trace of him can be found on his surroundings, the mysterious man left the scene with slow steady steps, the rain getting heavier as the sounds of raindrops hitting the ground masked his footsteps. He slowly vanished from the dark alley where a scum of society and an unforgivable thing was disposed of.
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Grey clouds are still slowly drifting overhead, dropping rain below the ground. It was not as heavy as last night as people continuously flock outside the yellow tapes built by the officers.
The dead middle aged man was found by a young couple on a stroll this morning when they smelled something pungent and strong inside the dark alley. Intrigued and curious, the young couple went inside and found the gruesome scene of the hunting. The body was lying in the middle of an alley on top of a pool of blood, obliviously his own. Due to the cold rain, the body was slowly decomposing but the body was exposed to oxygen for countless of hours now. After they found the corpse, the young couple immediately called the police department.
Police sirens was blaring, red and blue lights flashing around the surrounding buildings. Numerous police officers stood in guard and others put tape all over the alley. People flocked outside the yellow tapes to see what happened inside but was forced to stay put when police officers warned them. Suddenly, a police car shows up and entered the premises. Two males, one on his 40's and one on his late 20's got out of the vehicle.
"I'm Detective Ramirez and this is Detective Johnson," said by the older detective as he flashed his badge on the officer in charge of the crime scene.
Detective Ramirez was an early 40s detective that has been on the job for at least 10 years. His build is lean and he stands at around 5'10. His skin color is tanned due to him being always on the murder cases, solving them through the years. He has a dark short hair that was graying near his temples and brown eyes that was always scanning. He has a scar near his chin that he got after a murder suspect that he was trying to catch suddenly brandished his knife on his head. Luckily, Detective Ramirez dodged it by the hair of his skin and apprehended the murder suspect. Detective Johnson on the other hand is a late 20's fair skinned tall slim guy that was still not desensitized to violence.
Detective Johnson was currently covering his nose as both him and Detective Ramirez slowly walk through the wet alley ground towards the bloody corpse.
"Jesus," Detective Johnson muttered on his breath as they stepped under another yellow tape barrier, their shoes slowly splashing on wet crimson blood. The blood was already flowing down inside the cracks of the pavement and it still doesn't stop flowing.
"Watch your step," Detective Ramirez said to Detective Johnson as he slowly circled the body, analyzing the scene and how did the man die. Detective Ramirez then pulled plastic gloves on his pocket and wore it, then he push his head down closer to the body that was laying down.
The corpse's face has still that frozen expression of surprise and despair. It's lifeless eyes staring at the cloud covered sky. Blood no longer flows from his carotid artery and instead, it has crystallized around his neck. Detective Ramirez then pushed aside the blazer covering the man's chest, showing locations of stabbing near the heart, neck, and the solar plexus.
"Multiple stab wounds, neck, chest and solar plexus," Ramirez said to Johnson.
"It looks precise," Johnson said to Ramirez as he covered his nose from the odor and mouth to prevent himself from vomiting.
"The guy knows the human anatomy. He knows where to stab to efficiently kill at the shortest time," Ramirez said as he stood up and began to search for any murder weapons used to kill the lifeless body below him.
"Look, Detective Ramirez, I have found something on his palm," Johnson said as he showed the upside down cross, carved and bloody on the man's palm.
"Him again, it's his 20th victim now," Ramirez gnashed his teeth in fury when he recognized the pattern.
" The Executioner of Justice right?, the same guy who massacred a triplet who gangr*pe underage girls and posts it on dark web, the same guy who smashed the heads of two reckless drivers from killing a family of four in a hit and run incident, the same guy who-," Johnson rambled as he described with fervour the deeds the man did to Ramirez when Ramirez waved his hands and stopped him from yapping even more.
" I know who he is, I have been investigating him since the corrupt judge incident," Ramirez said as he put down the bloodied hand stood up, brushing his short hair up as the rain continuously pour down above them.
" Detectives, we have found something", one of the forensic technicians shouted as they picked up the knife that was the same knife which was being held by the middle aged man last night.
Ramirez and Johnson went and inspected the knife, noticing the lack of blood on the blade.
" Why is there a clean knife here?", Johnson thoughtlessly asked Ramirez as he continued to observe it.
"Pack it up and tell the forensics team to search for any kind of fingerprints there," Ramirez said to Johnson as he gave the knife to Johnson. Johnson immediately went back to the forensic team and they packaged it for later inspection.
" You're getting closer, Executioner. I swear I'm gonna catch you," Ramirez mumbled as he stared at the bloodied corpse being put inside a body bag by the forensic team.
"Let's move out Johnson, let's investigate his house if the Executioner left us some clues to discover," Ramirez said to Johnson as they left the dark alley, leaving the forensics team behind to finish cleaning and getting all the necessary evidences.