Point Blank Range

It was at late night three black figures were running through the sleepy streets, one figure was chasing two other figures. The man chasing looked like a silent killer praying mantis with a speed that may match up with any third or fifth rate sprinter, while the two figures looked weary and slow like preys for the hunter. They've turn into the alley, chaser stood in the front alley, standing tall and mighty with power in his grasp, took a gun out from this chest holster, a 9mm pistol which carries seven ammulation and attached to the nosel is a silencer pointed at the man opposite to him. This man was on the floor next to trash cans, he was shivering in fear, death was standing infront of him, his shirt was already simmered with blood from his friend lay dead in a close distant from him behind the man infront of him. The dead body had three shots on the head, his face was merely recognizable as blood gushing forth from his head. Another shot was at the heart, bleeding, and two more at his crotch which brought pain to this victum before he was finished off.
The man on the floor is frozen, he can't move, knees were locked and numb, he can't feel anything hence all he could do now is stare at gun.
"Who..are you?" asked the man shivering with deep cold fear.
"I am your death" replied the man about to pull the trigger. "and I have no name"
He pulled the trigger, and fired five shots to head. Dull red blood gushed out like a fountain all over the dark damp alley. "Death" he called himself, he took out two 9mm pistols and placed it on the grasps of the dead bodies to make a set up that these two had a fight and shot at each other to death. Then he took his pistol, removed the silencer, shot at the limbs of the two bodies, one on the arm and one on the leg on both bodies. Then he took his own gun out from his ankle holster, which was a back up hidden weapon, and fired several shots towads the air and shot at the walls.
He then finally exited the alley with haste, and blended with the dark streets with his dark coat before bystanders rushed to alley after hearing gunfire and shocked with the bloody mess of the bodies.
Bystanders asking around "What happened?" and shouting "Oh my god! call the police!". Death grinned as he walked towards the moonlight and disappeared through the darkness.

In the morning headlines of the newspapers such are 'Agruemnt led to brutal death', 'Former allied mobsters dead' or 'Organized or Bad Blood?'. And theories spreaded through the minds of crime investigators wondering what could have happened since they've only found very few evidence in alley. Newscasters at the crime scenes, being like busy bees poking their noses into the investigations as they too place great interest.
In a office about twenty blocks away from the alley, a man standing behind his desk staring at the window looking towards the view of the city, a magnificent view, he can see all the soaring skyscapers and the massive billboards on top of serveral buildings. His name was Marco DeLuis. Middle-aged about between twenty-nine to thirty-six, medium length of hair like a mane of a horse, glasses and wore casual black pants and rolled-up shirt. He's a lawyer, though that he seemed to be, he's also working as a freelancer investigator for the police. As he kid he've always wanted to be seeking and investigating around the neighborhood in his old place, he even got into trouble for his sense of searching. The room he's in is obviously his office, like your everyday office a bookshelf, photos on his walls and desk, an ordinary computer, mini twelve inchs tv infront of his sofa and of course pinned on his walls were his copied certificates and diplomas.
There's a knock on his door.
"Who is it?" asked Marco, as he still gazes upon the scenery of his window.
"It's Kelvin Leone" answered the man, "came to talk to you about the killings in a nearby alley"
"Sure, come in Kel"
Kelvin Leone comes in through the door. Kelvin was like your everyday office clerk assistant, glasses, clean suit and always looks honest that he always kept secret. He has a clean face, looks of an good old native of the city, fair skin quite tall and average size man, not too thing and not too fat. He then approuched the desk and placed some paperwork on Demarco's desk.
"Here are the paper work you've asked me to do, all done just need you to read." he said then he saw some newspapers on Marco's desk of the murder "Pretty much an organized crime eh?"
"Yeah, pretty much" Demarco answered quite remoarsely and continued "Can you cancel all my appointments with my client? The one who sued her boss for voyeur and sexual harassment."
"The client which is Mulan Lee? Where the boss had always eyes on her and been installing hidden cameras in her bedroom and harasses her in work when she works overtime?" Replied Kelvin in a preciseful manner.
"Yes" he said, "I'm a defender of the victums and it's my duty to put those kind of people, which of course I'm refering to people like that case, the boss. Why? Us lawyers are defenders of the victums and must put those criminals to jail."
"And did you mean by defending the mafiaso dons?" he whisphered to him.
Demarco was silent, he knew his assistant was sharp and trustworthy. Which why he adored him like his own son.
"You quite sharp aren't you?" snickered Demarco, "Anyways, I'll have you here in my office to cover up for me while I go and look at the crime scene across the street"
"hm, okay. I'll see what I can do"
"Don't worry call you when I need you assist me on anything my dear 'Boy Wonder'"

To be Continued . . . .