throws up one last time before he sinks to the floor too. The last thing he sees is his own vomit.
The third man, Jack, even makes it to the door, but then he is thrown from his feet and hits his head on the floor. The man in black stands above him, staring at him with cold and dead eyes.
"We ... who are you?" Asks Jack desperately. He feels how it gets wet and warm in the lower area of ​​him.
The creepy man keeps staring at him.
Jack starts whimpering and begs for mercy.
"Bi ... bi ... please let me live ....." It's more of a sob than a pleading.
The guy just keeps staring at him without showing a trace of pity or anything.
"I have money, a lot of money ..... you can have as much as you want ..... but please please let me live, sob ..."Only now does the guy show a reaction. Slowly he bends down to him.
“I don't want your money.” Then he reaches inside Jack's jacket and takes out his gun.
"Did you shoot her with it?" Jack just whimpered.
"ANSWERS !!" he yells at him.
"..... yes .....", Jack howls.
"Well then ....." The guy holds the gun to Jack's forehead and pulls the trigger without hesitation. Then he puts the gun back and puts a bolt through Jack's heart with his crossbow, only to show that it was he who killed these weaklings.

Half an hour later he is standing in front of the warehouse smoking a cigarette. Then he takes it in his hand and throws it in the direction of the gasoline track that he has laid before. She immediately catches fire and the fire quickly spreads towards the warehouse.
Just minutes later, it is completely on fire.
"Well done." Calls a voice behind him.
He doesn't turn around, he also knows who it is."What are you doing here, Akron?"
"How did you recognize me?" Asks Akron and steps into the firelight. He's about the same height as the guy in black, wearing a black suit, including a black shirt with a red tie and sunglasses.
He's quite pale and his black hair is gelled back. "So you're back in business?"
"That was something private," he growls.
"It's not that important. It's just important that you kill people again."
The guy in black doesn't respond.
"Anyway, I want to make you an offer."
Again no reaction.
"I'm now a member of a syndicate called" the Nosferatu ". Interested?"
"Who else is doing it?"
“The names wouldn't mean anything to you, except maybe Lucifon.” Arkon smiles.
"Does he take part in something like that?"
"He's the founder of the organization. And he's interested in you."
"I didn't even know he was gay.""It isn't!" Akron snaps. "But we want you with us."
The guy slowly turns to Akron. Then he looks at him for a while.
"I agree ..... Where do I have to sign?"
Akron smiles. "I knew you would be on the right track again."

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This story should neither contain a moral, nor should it express anything, it is simply a little bloodthirsty story, nothing else.