The Midnight Crime

The figure outside the cabin grinned at the people through the window. Their voices had been loud and he had heard every bit of the conversation that had taken place. So they were going to the demon slayer. Good. The old man could have all the answers they wanted but they would never reach him now. He glanced at the two dangers clad in full black and hummed to himself in contentment. They were at each other's throats while the real danger lounged outside the cabin, waiting for the right moment. There she was, the demon slayers granddaughter, with her knife, of which the person was more scared of than anything. And there was someone else too. The tall man with his gun whose entire face was a stony mask staring at the foolish girl. He looked strong and fast, the leather jacket making him look buffer than he actually was.

The guy had hung in the tree the entire morning waiting for his client, instead the girl had turned up, just like the person knew she would. Always appearing at the wrong places at certainly the wrong times was an expertise of hers. She needed to be taught a lesson sooner or later for meddling in affairs she shouldn't. But first, this 'Falcon' had to be taken out. The person had heard a lot about this man and his work. Falcon never fails. They had said. Well, they had been wrong. He had failed badly at the one task he had been asked to do.

The person glanced at the handsome man, a boy really, with his youthful looks and bright eyes, who had to inherit the power of the stone next. Too bad, the man's parents had kept the secret to themselves for so long, raising the stakes. The man looked confused as he stared at the two black clad fighters, as if trying to make a decision.

It's okay. The person thought to themself. You don't have to think much longer.. Pretty soon, you will be in my clutches.