As the night persisted, the dismal atmosphere sustained on the soundless streets around within miles however, across from the building from which the strange man had entered was an apartment room, which was as elegant as a slight encounter of a heavenly breeze. The elegant simplicity of the furnishings did nothing to disguise the very tense atmosphere, which was created by a short stocky man standing next to a huge clear viewed window out of which he was starring intently into an apartment room located somewhere within the building in which the wealthy man had just entered. So he could not be noticed he turned around and headed towards the switch, he clicked it off with a very quick and sly movement and quickly hurried back to the window. Now the elegant room matched the eerie ambiance created by the darkness and the waiting of the short stocky man.
As he was wearing tight black clothes, he was camouflaged within the dark eeriness of the room itself. He had a very distinctive scar on his face and a very intense gaze from his piercing blue devil like eyes, eyes of a callous person; in addition, he had a small stubby nose like his bodily appearance, very diminutive dark spiky hair and finally light brown skin.
The undersized guy opened the window at a perfect angle. As soon as he saw a flicker of light from the apartment, his eyes automatically zoomed into target mode. Abruptly the stumpy man knelt down, reached into a long shady bag by his foot, and pulled out a colossal firearm. The sound of the gun being loaded was daunting but the man kept a stern expression and carried on.
Over in the other apartment the wealthy man had just switched on the television and was chilling out on the sofa, his attention absorbed totally by the television screen, now smiling he picked up a glass wine and sipped slowly and joyfully.
The short man had finished loading the bloodcurdling firearm and was aiming vigilantly at the man sat on the settee through his scope; and bang, got the other gentleman directly in the head.
The wine spilling on the floor bruising the carpet with a deep blob of a red color, just like the blood poring downwards from his head.
He was murdered in warm blood, the victim lying there as if he was fast asleep. The atmospheric feel of the room now bitter and clammy like a cesspit; the room filled of grime.
The short stocky man packed his firearm back into the lengthy dark bag and silently shut the window, closed the door of the apartment and headed down the stairs, yet he remained cool and calm like nothing had ever happened.
The intensity of the night persisted although somewhere in the distance a dog barked, but that sound was drowned away by the roar of the starting of the vehicle into which the short stocky man had just entered. He acting ordinarily making sure, he left no trace of himself and that he did not exist on the night, and believing that his actions did not affect the society in anyway possible. His presence left behind a cold heart aching scene even though he was invisible and disappeared into the cold dampness of the night his engine heard slightly by the tranquility of the monotonous night……..
