The Assassin's Codex

The elevator journey was long and awkward, at least for Zoey. David Werning seemed to be enjoying talking to her about random topics such as vatious businessmen's recent business deals or simply what he did last week. It was obvious to Zoey that whilst they were trapped in this lift together he was making his upmost effort to leave an impact.

Throughout, Zoey maintained a calm smile on her face even though her bright silver eyes were gently narrowed in annoyance. Slowly the evevator came to a gentle stop and with a final farewell 'ding' the chrome doors slid open leaving a large quiet nine pm lobby in their sights.

Confidently David walked forward towards the sets of large rotating doors whilst Zoey tailed behind carefully.

She had been doing this now for a few years and this was the first time she had had such a bizarre situation happen after she had finished a mission. The nephew of the man she was assigned to kill is now going to give her a lift home. It took great willpower on Zoey's part to not break her natural act immediately in front of this man.

After a few moments the pair were stood in front of the building, on the edge of the surprisingly live street. It was mid November and through the thin white dress Zoey was wearing the biting winds made her slightly shiver.

Immediately as she went to rub her hands together something warm covered her shoulders. "You should have brought a coat, it's not good if you catch a cold.", Zoey, startled, jumped away from the voice behind her before realising that it was David who had taken off his suit jacket and had wrapped it around Zoey's shoulders to keep her warm.

'How can two people in the same family differ so much.', Zoey thought to herself as she remembered Michael lecherously following her earlier only to wind up dead.

It was only a few more moments before a chauffer drove David's Roles Royce around to the front of the building before opening the back doors allowing for the pair to get in.

"After you", David motioned with his arm whilst a splendid smile was plastered on his face. Gracefully Zoey obliged and got into the car before scooting over to allow David to sit down. 'I'm already this far, I might as well have him take me partway back home. It could serve as a useful alibi.', she mused to herself silently whilst subconsciously opening herself up to the prospect of having to have a conversation with the young businessman.

The journey was short being around ten minutes long as Zoey asked to be dropped a ways off from her actual home so that they couldn't trace her back to where she lived. The atmosphere inside the car, although short lived, seemed blissful as much amusing conversation had sprouted between the two, much to Zoey's amazement. David seemed to have a similar sense of humour and it almost made her forget the murder she just committed. Almost.

Eventually the car arrived on the High class street that Zoey asked the car to stop at and as she was taking the jacket off of her shoulders to give back to David, he shook his head before saying, "I've got plenty of suits. You might as well keep the jacket for now considering how cold it now seems outside.", not one to not accept his charity, Zoey gave him a final farewell and smile before exciting the car and walking off down the street with the white tailored suit jacket hugging her cold form.

A slight sad smile was on her face from the conversation, 'If only he wasn't related to the target, we could have been friends.', and with that final thought she gribbed the jacket tighter around her and walked around the corner out of sight from the Roles.

As soon as Zoey had turned the corner the gentle smile was wiped off of David's face and was replaced with a mischievous smirk and a dangerous glint in his eyes. Quickly he reached into his pocket and whipped out his smartphone. It only took a moment before the call had connected.

With a much more deep sinister voice than he had spoken to Zoey with, he spoke into the phone, "Find out everything you can about a black haired, silver eyed woman by the name of Zoey." and after getting confirmation from the other side he replaced the phone to his pocket. With a dangerously thoughtful expression on his face he mused, 'You will be a perfect fit for my collection.' before ordering the driver to take him home.

Meanwhile in the party hall, everything was going on as normal with the alcohol now being consumed in greater amounts not that the CEO himself had come to join in on the fun. There was much laughter and merriment to be heard in the room until an ear piercing shriek was heard coming from one of the side corridors. The noise caused dread to fill the hearts of everyone in the room including the CEO who ws usually more resilient to these things than most due to the pressure of his position.

"Go and check what that noise is.", he ordered to a few of his employees whilst everyone stood around in quiet confusion..

The small group of business men steadily advanced down the corridor and turned the corner to where the sound was coming from. In front of the women's restroom they saw one of the businessmen's wives in a blood red dress kneeled in front of the restroom door in complete shock, a look of terror was on her fine face and if her haggard breathing could mean anything the sight of what ever was in the room caused her to seize up in fight. One of the businessmen at the front came up to the side of the woman, when they were within a meter the woman fell towards the man and grabbed tightly around his leg and began crying her eyes out.

"What's the matter, what's wrong-", the group were now starting to get affected by the woman's reactions and were starting to get unnerved as well. Slowly they approached the bathroom door and after taking a deep breath in, they quickly pushed open the door.

What they saw was permenantly etched into the minds of everyone present for good. Michael's horrifically battered corpse layed in a watery pool of his own blood. The amount of blood resembled a paint factory explosion, where the rapidly flowing water had caused the blood to spread all over the relatively spacious restroom and travelling up the surfaces of the sinks were tonnes of light bloody handprints signifying an intense struggle.

The body itself had an ominous crook in it's neck signifying that it had been broken and the multiple dark deep knife wounds were ominous enough in and of themselves.

Understandably, half of the group were immediately sick whilst the other half kept in the urge to be sick. One thought was on all of their minds. 'We need to tell the CEO.'...

The panic quickly spread to the hall. The party was officially over.

A metal door opened quietly into the cold, dark room. Being closed, the curtains allowed no light from the neon lights outside to seep in. A figure moved in the darkness. A sad somber aura emanated off of it as it seemed to take a jacket from it's shoulders and began to undress.

Afterwards the figure moved over towards the functional bed before collapsing and crying itself to sleep whilst repetitively muttering, 'sorry...' to itself.