The Assassin's Codex

Michael's eyes fluttered gently as he struggled beyond hope to stay awake, not for his own good - the sticky viscous substance rapidly leaking over the bathroom floor was a sure tell sign that he had not too much longer to live, no- Michael was struggling because he had to warn someone, anyone that the Nightingale was here and tonight was to be her biggest catch of the season.

Michael glanced across the bathroom to where his smartphone lay on the sink edge. If he could just manage to call an emergency line then that would at least alert the authorities to the dark goings on that were about to take place.

With as much strength as Michael could muster he slowly clawed his way across the tiled floor, sweat poured from his forrid as the slick red flooring made his progress close to negligent.

Slowly, over what seemed like days, Michael had reached the edge of the sink and with a monumentous effort he lurched his body forward onto the sink, grabbing his smartphone before collapsing back down to the floor. With a slight glint of hope residing deep within his dark grey eyes, Michael reached out to press the emergency call button and end the Nightingale's reign of terror once and for all.

Suddenly, a cold glint shoots across the bathroom catching the phloresent light on its steely blade before it pinned Michael's hand to the wall.

"Argh!", Michael's quiet murmur of pain sounded out in the bathroom as the hope in his eyes quickly died upon witnessing the imposing figure in the doorway. A tight leather suit covered every inch of the woman's body except for her rough calloused hands, presumably caused by countless nights of death inducement. Her only distinguishing feature was her deep black hair as even her face was obscured from view with a dark black enamel mask allowing only her glowing white eyes to slowly glare at Michael as if he were a pig ready for slaughter.

Knowing that the only way he had now of alerting anyone was the scent of his thick ferrous smelling blood permeating beyond the bathroom door and into the rest of the building, Michael calmly coughed a "F.u.c.k you...", before drowning on his own coughed up blood.

The Nightingale slowly paced closer to the still body gently feeling out the ground with her rubberised shoes, alert for any counterattack from the corpse. Gently she sauntered right up to the corpse and gazed at his blood speckled face for a few moments before racing her right leg above the body.

With strength unseen from such a frame, the Nightingale roughly brought down her heavy rubberised boots onto the man's fragile neck, neutralising the threat for good.

Quickly the knife was withdrawn from it's position pinning the man's hand to the wall and was wiped quickly against the Nightingales's t.h.i.g.h before being stored in her knee high boots.

With a sigh, the Nightingale dragged the man's corpse into a nearby stall before setting the taps to overflow and obscure the uncanny scent of iron.

Once everything was taken care of the Nightingale left the bathroom back into the dark confines of the Astra building.

The party carried on long into the night that night with no one wondering where the CEO's lecherous brother had gone as he was seen chancing after a young woman given his charisma and the frequency of events such as this he had partaken in recently no one had thought to check on him.

It seemed that the CEO'S 40th was going as planned with everything turning out just fine.