Sebastian snatched a pair of earbuds from his pocket and jammed them in his ears, tuning a tiny radio they were connected to. “Let’s see what they have to say about me.” He thought.

“All units, be on the lookout for any suspicious characters within a twenty-mile radius of here. They have murdered Henry Erickson.” Police dispatch said, making Sebastian cackle with delight.

They’ll never catch-”

“FREEZE!” An officer said, making the assassin skid to a halt and put his hands up. This particular officer seemed to be fresh on the force. His hands were quivering, and the safety on his gun was still on.

“Uhm, this isn’t what it looks like?” Sebastian took a step forward, making the officer tense up and fumble with his gun. Eyes still trained on Sebastian grabbed his walkie talkie off his belt.

“D-Dispatch. I have the perpetrator! I-I’m at Grove Street and Grotto Avenue, o-on top of the bookstore! Over.”

“This is a bookstore? Ooh, sweet, I need to pick up the new issue of-”

“SHUT IT SCUMBAG!!”

“Okay, okay. Damn.” Sebastian muttered, his hands still in the air. He looked up and sighed heavily. “Look, kid,”

“Evan.”

“Evan… why are you even on the force? You’re gonna deal with people like me, and worse.”

“My dad. H-He told me to!” Evan replied, shifting uncomfortably in place. Sebastian started to take slow steps forward. Evan started to panic, training his gun on his prisoner. “S-STAY BACK!!”

Sebastian smirked, pulling out a dagger and running forward, stabbing him in the gut. Evan coughed, blood slowly seeping from his mouth. He looked down at the stab wound, then up at his killer.

“Shoot first, ask questions later.” He whispered, kissing Evan’s cheek before his dead body fell to the ground, blood pooling around him. “Yeesh, now I gotta wash my dagger.” He complained, sheeting it and continuing his rooftop run.

The helicopter was much closer to where he was now, the whirling blades a constant reminder that he had to run. He had to get away.

“All in a day’s work.” He thought, dropping in between buildings, and sliding down the rust fire escape. He pressed his body against the damp brick wall, the copter passing over his, and the searchlight completely missing him. He let out a giant sigh of relief. “Time to get home.” He said aloud to himself. Hopping onto the railing, and dropping twenty feet down. A few rats scurried away as he stood up, groaning in pain. “God damn superhero landing. It’s a killer on the knees.” He limped for a few steps before starting to walk normally.

From his pocket, he pulled a single cigarette, and his bright pink lighter. He put the cigarette between his lips, lighting it, and puffing softly, blowing the smoke upwards.

                                       “I wonder what’ll be for dinner.”