What is this? Two updates in a day? I feel so accomplished.

The alley was dark, and heavy with some presence. The girl walked past, unconcerned, not noticing the ominous quiet that seemed to thicken at her sight. Her red slacks swished at her ankles as she strode briskly ahead.

She only looked around when she felt herself being yanked back by a grip on her wrist.

"What is a good girl like you doing, walking in the dark?" The man hissed, his face masked by cloth and darkness.

Squinting against the dim streetlights, she struggled to see his face. She fought to escape his grip, her eyes searching desperately for witnesses.

"Let me go!" She insisted, hands reaching for her pepper spray. He didn't let her. She could swear he had rolled his eyes as he snatched her defense away from her trembling hands.

"You don't need that, not any more," He spoke gruffly even as he pocketed it. "Now hand me that purse of yours."

Shaking, she held it out.

"Please, just let me go. I am not carrying much money. Please." Her voice cracked as she turned her sad brown eyes at him.

He didn't look very moved.

"Where do you live?" He grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her.

"W-what?" She mumbled, confused.

"Your address. Where ever you were headed to. Tell me now, and things can go smoothly." He growled lowly.

Shakily, she pointed to the end of the street, where her apartment awaited in darkness. Nodding, he pulled her towards her home in silence.

The two minutes from the alleyway to her house wracked her fraught nerves. Trembling, she followed the man.

At the front step, the man turned, before handing her things back to her.

"Here you go. Don't travel alone in the dark again." He grumbled, walking away.

"Hey! Wait a second!" She exclaimed, having found her voice again. He turned, eyebrows cocked questioningly.

"I was meaning to say this, but I wasn't sure if you were one of the good guys." She said breathlessly, walking up to him.

His eyes crinkled in confusion, and the mask couldn't hide the innocence and honesty in his face.

She sighed, taking a calming breath and got closer, before shoving a knife into his chest with the speed and ferocity of a cheetah.

"Thank you for trying to protect me, but the one who needed the help is probably already dead in that alley. But it is the thought that counts, right? You died a hero's death!" She spoke pleasantly, looking into his eyes even as they drained of life.

Gently lowering him to the ground, she reached for her keys from her bag. Taking her phone, she wiped the drops of blood off the screen before unlocking it.

'Extra terminations cost more, the bill is doubled. Job is done.', she messaged her client, smiling.

A/N:
Not every girl needs a hero to protect her. *Smirks*
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