She walked out onto the balcony, her slight frame accentuated by the sexy red dress she was wearing. I could try and work out who the designer was but to be perfectly honest I didn’t really care. I was here for one thing and one thing only. It was the first damp of a soft spring rain and she was out on a ledge, the midnight hour upon us and no jacket on her soft shoulders. Was the money worth it? Probably not but who was I to say anything different? I’m just a hire, no contract, no opinion and feelings on the matter. The figure offered was half a million; the reason was that the girl had to be sacrificed for business. It wasn’t the greatest argument I’d ever heard but in the end money was money and who was I to turn a figure like that down?
The door was bolted shut behind her; my man on the inside made sure of that. She was only young, twenty one maybe, delicate features, short modern brown hair and almond coloured eyes. My god it felt inhuman to take such a beautiful creature from the world but alas, I hadn’t been human for a long time. My soul held by the devil, my conscience stained with blood. I have not been a man in years. For the longest time I had been a monster and if I’m honest, I don’t see that changing anytime soon. Her name was Allison McKenna, oldest daughter of our esteemed Mayor Hal. She was genuine when we spoke with one another, a delicate and dimpled smile on her face. To speak to her, I found no reason for her death. We danced and talked throughout the night and I excused myself, insinuating a trip to the bathroom. I told her I’d meet her on the balcony.
There she was, a cigarette between her ruby painted lips and me several buildings away, the scope of my rifle trained on her face. Dare I ruin such an understated beauty? No I daren’t. I tip my rifle ever so slightly, the X mark now appearing across her chest. I told her my name was March and by the look in her eyes, she knew. She knew who I was and she knew what I had come to do. She did not run, instead she made her way to her current position, accepting her fate. A fate not brought on by her own action but simply because of her name. It was truly a shame. They call this town, Justice. Yet I see no justice here, all I see is decay and the dark side of the American dream.
I hesitate no longer as I pull the trigger. The bullet enters here heart and her death is instant. She falls back onto to the hard marble rooftop with a soft thud. the silhouette by the door lets me know that my guy has unlocked it and her body will be found in mere moments. I cannot wait, the night is still young and there is more blood to be shed. Truly a shame is Allison’s death. I do not know the purpose but I know the outcome. War is coming to Justice ad it will be started by the "Lady in Red..."