It was like any other night when he entered the club. Raising a hand to run his fingers through his long, dark hair, his green eyes scanned the crowd slowly. Straightening the collar of his yellow shirt, then adjusting his black tie before tugging the hem of his Armani jacket to make sure he was presentable,
Dell walked inside after presenting the bouncer with a fifty when asked for his ID. He pushed and wove his way through the crowd gracefully, hardly disturbing anyone in his passing. He was like a ghost, almost, silent and smooth. Unlike most people here, he had come for a very specific purpose. Finally he spotted what he'd been looking for as he waded through the masses that shuffled about on the dance floor.
Pursing his lips gently, he quickly began to push his way past people toward his goal. The man, dressed in denim and leather and sporting a wild haircut, had been in a corner speaking with someone, exchanging money for some sort of colored pills, when he just happened to turn and catch sight of Dell. His eyes widened and he immediately turned to run, scrambling away and toward the back of the club in a desperate search for any exit that would get him away from the man who pursued him. Cursing under his breath, Dell tried to pry himself away from the crowd as it closed in, finally breaking through the other side of the jumbled mass to see his target darting down a hallway. "Damnit," he muttered before running after the man.
As he quickly passed down the hallway, his feet seemed to move a bit faster than a human's should, and no matter how dark it got, it was as if he could see perfectly, like the hallway was brightly lit. He managed to avoid several collisions staying on the trail of the rogue he was chasing, and finally found him trying to force open an outside door in the back. "Come on, Jimmy," Dell said as he stepped out of the shadows. "Just come with me quietly and face the music for what you did. I'm sure they'll at least give you a chance to tell your side of the story."
The one called Jimmy smirked, shaking his head as he turned to face his pursuer. "I don't think so. They don't wanna give me a second chance, or they wouldn't have sent you after me. But you see, I still got the advantage over you," he said as his form began to grow, his clothes ripping and tearing as his muscles increased dramatically in size. His face began to contort, his mouth and nose stretching into a canine muzzle as his ears grew pointed and shifted toward the top of his head. Within seconds there stood an eight foot tall hybrid of wolf and man where Jimmy had been, and it wasn't happy. Immediately it lunged at Dell, who for some reason seemed neither surprised or nervous.
Faster than the eye could see, Dell had both hands in front of him, a .45 in each of them, and began firing into the werewolf. He never moved from his spot, simply emptying the clips into the creature, every shot hitting the chest. As the wolf took the shots, it fumbled, and then fell at the feet of the man who had shot it down, growling and whimpering. "Silver, Jimmy. You had to see that coming," the hunter said to his prey as he raised one of the guns to aim at the wolf's head. Placing it between the creature's eyes, he shrugged. "I gave you a chance to live a little longer, and you turned it down. I get paid either way." He then squeezed the trigger, and the wolf heard no more. Within minutes the creature's massive form had shrank back to that of a human, and Jimmy now lay naked and dead on the floor. Shaking his head, Dell put his guns away and turned to leave. "Fucking morons always choose the hard way." He then paused, turning back briefly to produce a card which he inserted into Jimmy's mouth. It said nothing, simply containing the image of a skull with the scales of justice resting on top. "You've been found guilty," he remarked before rising and walking toward the door.
At this point people were scrambling, having heard the gunshots, and some having witnessed the shooting of the creature in the back. With a sigh, Dell tried to the best of his ability to blend into the crowd, but it was no use. People had already identified him and moved away from him, leaving him wide open for security to stop him. "I knew I should have left out the back," he muttered to himself.
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