[b]May 3rd, 11:37 am...[/b]

The man stretched as a yawn escaped him as he stood out on the balcony of the penthouse hotel room he had rented looking out over the beach and boardwalk of New Athens. [i]It took four days and nearly 6 million dollars but I've finally done it. I've finally gotten away from that psychopath.[/i] He let out a contented sigh as he leaned against the railing, looking out at all of the people along the beach enjoying the sun shining and those walking along the boardwalk wandering from shop to shop, a small smile spreading across his face as he did so. 

A knock on the door to his room startled him from his daydreaming, bringing back memories of his constant running from the previous nights until he remembered the room service he had ordered. [i]And finally a decent meal.[/i] "Just wheel it on inside." He yelled from the balcony, wanting to take in the sight a few moments longer before continuing on with his day. From across the room he could hear the lock of the hotel's door buzzing open and a set of footsteps and the wheels of the room service trolley on the polished marble floor. "Just leave it anywhere, thank you." He said as the footsteps and wheels stopped for a moment before the footsteps started again receding from the room followed by the sound of the door shutting with a thud. "I could really get use to it here." He said aloud as he took in another deep breath of the sea air.

"Unfortunately," A deep, synthesized voice spoke from inside the room. "You will not have the chance to."

The man's eyes went wide. [i]No, no, no, no, no, no.[/i] He kept repeating in his head, hoping beyond hope that when he turned around it would've just been a figment of his imagination.

"You've kept me waiting for some time now, Mr. Fraywich." The footsteps started again heading deeper into the room.

When the voice spoke again he knew it wasn't a figment of his imagination, and as if to further push the point home the footsteps had started again heading deeper into the room, stopping once again close to where he imagined the trolley had been placed. "How in holy Hell did you find me all the way out here?" Sweat had started to bead on his forehead as he tried to think of some way out of his current predicament. "You followed me from Paris, to Moscow, to Hong Kong," [i]Where I thought I had left enough mercenaries to deal with you.[/i] "All the way to here. New Athens, North Carolina." Fraywich turned now to face the one person he had been running from only to see an expressionless skull mask staring back at him.

In the center of the room stood the Reaper. While the man under the mask may not have been wearing the full suit of body armor that Fraywich had seen him in on that first night, he still had enough of it and his iconic mask on. Beside him, on the trolley, sat a black duffel bag instead of the silver plated meal he had been expecting moments earlier. Inside, he could only imagine what the Reaper had in store for him.

"At first," Reaper turned just slightly enough to reach into the bag beside him. "I was simply going to kill you quickly." He pulled a black bundle from the bag, setting it beside the duffel on the trolley. "A quick and painless bullet to the head," He began to unravel the bundle revealing a set of [url=http://nebula.wsimg.com/83c3edef88400d02e54ff30a535aec22?AccessKeyId=CB0EE03BA3A889C1D946&disposition=0&alloworigin=1]knives[/url] tucked into sleeves. "But you ran," He looked away from the knives and back towards Fraywich. "And then you left me a parting gift in Hong Kong." He wagged a finger at Fraywich. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk." 

"Now," He drew one of the black blades from a sleeve. "We do things the slow way. Can't take to long though," He said as he made his way over towards the balcony. "I've got another meeting later today, so you've got about ten minutes of my time." A smile spread across Reaper's face under the mask as he came to a stop in front of the cowering Fraywich. "But it'll feel like a lifetime to you." He grabbed one of Fraywich's arms and threw him back into the room causing him to slide to a stop on the marble floor. "We wouldn't want to disturb the rest of the hotel with your screaming now would we?"

"Oh, God! No!" Fraywich yelled as he tried to scramble away from the encroaching Reaper Only to have him slam the knife thru his hand embedding it down to the hilt, earning a pain filled scream from Fraywich until it faded into choking sobs as he tried not to move his hand.

"One down," Reaper stood over Fraywich, reaching to grab another blade from a sleeve. "Nine more to go. One for every minute that I get to spend with you." Reaper kicked Fraywich's unpinned hand away from he other. "That is if you don't die from blood loss," Reaper said as he looked at the growing puddle of blood. "Whichever comes first really." He shrugged as he slammed the second blade into Fraywich's other hand, eliciting another pain filled scream from Fraywich that once again faded to sobs as Fraywich tried his best not to move his hands. "This is going to be a real pleasure," Reaper said as he drew a third blade, watching the two blood puddles connect to one another thru one of the mortar lines in the marble.

[b]May 3rd, 11:51 am...[/b]

Reaper let out a disappointed sign as he returned the latest knife to it's sleeve. "Only made it thru eight." He said as he turned to look back at his handiwork. One knife thru each of Fraywich's hands, one thru each foot, another thru each of his knees and elbows. The pools of blood from each knife had gathered together under Fraywich and had spread throughout the room following the mortar lines to other parts of the room. All around Fraywich's body were bloody handprints and foot prints, that were slowly being covered from the puddle of blood, from when Reaper had walked around the man planning out the next placement of his knife. "I'm surprised he made it to that many, frankly."

He let out another disappointed sigh as he moved to clean his hands on the curtains of the balcony doors when another sight caught his eye, a young man walking up out of the sea. He couldn't make out much from where he was but the crowd of onlookers and the sun glinting off of the armored pieced he wore caused the young man to stand out a great deal. Reaper returned to the duffle bag, replacing the rest of knives to their place inside the bag and pulling out a rifle scope for a better look.

"Now, let's see what the new boy on the block is up to." He said returning to the balcony placing the scope up to the lens of his mask just in time to watch the young man enter into one of the shops of the Boardwalk and exit a few moments later dressed like many of the others on the beach carrying a bag with him, as he started to walk again this time heading towards Universal Ave. "Well, looks like I can keep tabs on the new guy and take care of my next target in one fell swoop." He turned back to Fraywich's body. "Looks like it's gonna be a good day after all, huh." Reaper said as he replaced the scope into the bag and pulling out a black coat putting it on and stuffing his mask into the inside pocket as he hoisted the duffel bag onto his shoulder and left the hotel room, slipping the 'do not disturb' sign on the door before shutting the door.

[b]May 3rd, 2:04 pm...[/b]

Reaper had followed the young man from the Boardwalk up most of Universal Ave. It wasn't hard to keep track of him as the further they went up the street to more and more the young man became out of place wearing his Boardwalk bought shirt, shorts and flip flops. When the young man ventured into one of the many Silver Dollar Coffee shops, that seemed to be as numerous as the heroes and villains that inhabited it, Reaper took his chance to find a good vantage point to set up in.

He found on easily enough as many of the building in the part of town the young man had ventured into were no shorter than 5 stories. It seemed that luck was on his side even more than he had thought as it seemed that some commotion was taking place at the NABC around the same time. "I couldn't have picked a better day." He said as he pulled his mask from his jacket's inside pocket and placed it over his face again. "I guess I owe it to Fraywich in the end." He said as he finished setting up his SR-25 at the corner of one of the larger buildings on the block giving him a good view of the coffee shop he had left the young man in as well up and down the three blocks around him.

As he scanned the crown looking for his next target he caught a glimpse of the young man exiting the coffee shop only to stop at a nearby hotdog vendor, and after a few moments chatting up the older man behind the cart, he paid for the hotdog with three gold coins. [i]Interesting. I wonder what else the new guy has up his sleeve.[/i] As another man in a suit stepped up in line behind the young man Reaper's scope rested on the newcomer and another smile spread across his face. "It sure is my lucky day." He murmured as he took in a breath, slowly exhaled thru his nose and pulled the trigger, dropping the man in the suit with a well placed shot just above his ear and splattering blood on those around him.