[b]Somewhere in New York[/b]
[b]09.35pm - 1st August 2019[/b]
[hr][color=red]”It all started on a dark and stormy night...”[/color] A voice echoed in the darkly lit room. Looking around it was nearly impossible to tell where the unnerving voice was coming from; was it to the left? Perhaps the right? [color=red]”Well… I can’t really use that as an opening can I?”[/color] the voice continued, the sound getting closer, the silhouette of a man emerging from the darkness blanketing the room. There wasn’t any notable details that the silhouette gave away. The voice most certainly belonged to a man. The accent bore a strange hybridisation of both English and American. It had the authority and superiority that normally came across from an American, but also had the refinement and grace that menacing villainous undertone that only your Hiddleston’s could muster.

[color=red]”Mostly because it isn’t a dark and stormy night. I mean night has not even arrived in full yet.”[/color] The figure took another step forward. This time the light from the centre of the room was glowing on the highlight of the males body. Enough this time to actually give some detail to the mysterious voice. The male had long dark coloured hair; long for a male anyway as it brushed to just past his ears, the odd split end caressing his cheek. The hair parted exactly in the centre of his head, the right side brushed behind his ear while the left was free to dangle down and almost cover his eye. It was a look that most people could never pull off, but this guy seemed to pull it off flawlessly.

[color=red]”Plus it sounds too cheesy, don't you think?”[/color] The male asked somewhat casually, taking another step forward into the light and bending down, looking at something right in front of him. That something was a woman; bound and restraint, a little beat up too. Normally a person would show fear once captured, but this woman had eyes filled with anger, annoyance and wrath. Ironically she couldn’t respond to the male as her mouth had been gagged with a cloth that had been tightly knotted around her face. 

The male stared deeply into the female’s eyes, noticing the hatred that was radiating from them towards him. That however only caused the males lithe lips to tighten into a smirk. He jumped back to his feet, holding his hands up and then placing them over his heart. [color=red]”Aliira, Allira… I am hurt.”[/color] He mocked [color=red]”It is almost like you are trying to stab me with your eyes.”[/color] The smirk on his face quickly changed to a pout as he bent down once more to look at her face in more detail. [color=red]”Do you hate me that much? What has poor little Aloysius done to irk the usually calm and composed second-in-command of the Guild?”[/color] With a flick of his wrist a small gust of wind formed at the back of the woman’s head and was just enough to release the knot bounding her mouth and for once allowing her to speak. Though the first thing to escape her lips wasn’t a word, so much as it was a growl, a more feral growl.

[color=plum]”You are a sick bastard you know that?”[/color] The woman finished the sentence with a snarl. The amount of hatred towards the male was clear. [color=plum]”Do you really think Salem will let you get away with this Aloysius? Do you really think that she won’t come and rip your guts out one by one?”[/color] Listening to the last part of Aliira’s words, Aloysius’s face scrunched up in disgust, his mind visualising that rather morbid process quite vividly.

[color=red]”Please, Salem couldn’t deal with me when I killed her father, all she did was go on the attack and burn everything else down.”[/color] With that Aloysius rose to his feet, and retreated back into the darkness. [color=red]”But this time it is going to be different”[/color]. His voice this time was colder, more reserved. The joking, laid back and somewhat psychotic Aloysius of the past few moments had gone. Walking back into the darkness there was silence for a few moments. The only sound in the whole room was the clanging of metal. 

A moment or so later, Aloysius re-appeared into the light. He walked right over to Aliira, pulling the females phone out of her pocket. Unlocking it, he took a moment to observe the homescreen background; it was an image of Aliira and Salem, both looking rather happy. Salem actually had a smile. Aloysius couldn’t even remember the last time she had seen Salem smile. For a second Aloysius stopped. His brain was processing the thoughts in his brain, and Aliira had clocked on too.

[color=plum]”Let me guess, not used to seeing Salem so happy? You would be surprised how happy and nice she is when your ass is not around.”[/color] Aloysius stopped looking at the phone, and looked over into Aliira’s eyes. His pupils had widened and his eyes softened. It was almost as if you were looking at a stray cat… Aliira however laughed, not quietly, not nicely, but loud and abruptly in Aloysius’s face. [color=plum]”No… Please don’t tell me you actually… ”[/color] Aliira couldn’t bring herself to finish her sentences before she began laughing again. [color=plum]”You thought she would… wow… Salem told me you were a gullible idiot, but this...wow.”[/color] With that final laugh from Aliira, Aloysius let out a huff, placing the phone on the ground as he reached up grabbed a piece of Aliira’s hair, the woman letting out a groan of pain and frustration at Aloysius’s manhandling of her.

[color=red]”You ought to remember who is currently tied up and close to losing her life.[/color] Aloysius hissed with a low growl. His free hand swiped across the phone screen until he reached Aliira’s contact list. His fingers danced around the screen until a single contact turned up: Salem. Calling her, Aloysius placed the phone on speaker mode so he could make sure that they both could hear Salem. It didn’t take long for her to answer.

[color=plum]”Salem it…”[/color] before Aliira could say anything else, she quickly had her hair pulled, a scream of pain shutting her sentence down.

[color=red]”I do apologise about the noise. Hostages these days don’t seem to remember about shutting up. I miss the good old days where everyone remembered their places.”[/color] With that Aloysius let go of Aliira and rose back to his feet. [color=red]”You know Salem, me and you, we are very alike, even though in high school you were the popular one. Little miss alt princess. But anyway, As you can see I have Aliira. I hope you don’t mind. Well, you kind of have no choice.”[/color] The entire time that he spoke he was walking around the room, staring at the ceiling for no apparent reason.

[color=red]”Anyway, I thought you should know that I plan to extract vengeance for Lana yada-yada-yada. How dare you think you could get away with killing Lana blah...blah...blah… you get the idea.”[/color] With that Aloysius went back into the darkness and revealed exactly what the source of the metal clanging before was. In his hand was a pistol, and he certainly looked comfortable holding it. Waving it around he looked down at Aliira.

[color=red]”Look kid. It’s nothing personal. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong crowd.”[/color] He said with a what was possible one of the worst New York Italian accents of all time. [color=red]”You see, it is just business.”[/color] With that he stopped waving the gun around casually with his hand and trained it right on the female on the floor. Without even saying another word he pulled the trigger, the shot echoing across the room. He didn’t even say anything else at that point, just walking over towards the phone and stamping on it several times until it stopped sending a signal.

With the woman no living, Aloysius kicked her body over to make sure, mumbling to himself about how important Lana was to him in the process. With that done, he walked towards the exit of the room, which lead out onto a balcony, giving him a nice view of the evening-scape of New York. It was fairly nice. It was only interrupted by the sudden flash of lightning. Aloysius watched as the blue flashes appeared in the horizon. However all Aloysius did was fold his arms and smirk. Afterall the lightning had come form the ground and rose upwards. That wasn’t natural, there was only one person in New York he knew who could do that.

[color=red]”Ohhhhhhh. It seems shark week has visited someone a little early this time around.”[/color]