Your Average Hitman

Your Average Hitman: Prologue

Cray leaned against the tall green garbage bin in dead silence. He felt as if he was being watched.
Who could possibly see me? Nah, it's just my damn gut, from what I know, my guts are always wrong.
His black hiker boots were drenched in mud after staying in the same leaning position for too long. The rain poured as he scouted his surroundings, tall buildings surrounded the dark alleyway. The neon light illuminated the street about 30 metres away. He'd ran in after being chased by a man in a black suit. Their pursuit lasted more than ten minutes, from Euclid Avenue to Dunari Street.
That guy, why did he want me dead? Better not to think about that now, all I need to focus on is survival.
Cray slowly walked towards the sidewalk, the shadows of the skyscrapers covering his stride. As he neared the exit, a gunshot echoed. It was common for this part of the city. Cray finally reached the edge of the alleyway and peaked into the busy street. All he could see were four men perched in front of a sports bar. Each of them wielded a Kukri knife in their gun holsters.
Kukri members, just what I needed.

The kukri gang owned a small portion of the Cananoa district. The portion Cray happened to be in. Cray casually walked out of the dark alleyway and scurried along the opposite side of the sidewalk. One of the Kukri members happened to catch a glimpse. Cray saw the man deadeye him from the corner of his vision.
"Hey Buddy!" yelled the man. His hair was black and braided, he had a good set of muscles, making Cray look minuscule. He whipped out his Kukri knife and his fellow Kukri members all glared at Cray from across the street.
"What's the problem?" Replied Cray. He gulped as all of the Kukri members grabbed ahold of their knives.
"You're the problem little boy." snickered a different Kukri member. This one had a red mohawk and his face covered in tattoos.
"You don't want to do this. I don't need to hurt you," mumbled Cray from underneath his quick breaths.
"Likely story buddy." said the first member that noticed Cray, hurrying across the neon street. Cray pulled out his metal bat and pulled down his gray hood. His eyes glared at each and every one of the members.
"HALT!" said the kukri member that was about a few metres away from Cray. He held his fist up high and all the members behind him paused in their movement.
"He is a batter, one of the best cheap hitmen in Cananoa. We will let you go as long as you give us a discount on a hit." the kukri member came closer and slid his knife into the holster. His heavy hiker boots dragged against the concrete.
"20 bucks and you kill the leader of the Silent Slits." stuttered the kukri member. The kukri gang's portion of Cananoa was being pushed back by the Silent Slits for months now. At this rate, everyone in their gang would be virtually gone in a few days.
"How about you let me go, and I wouldn't have to hurt any of you. I don't need or want any business with your gang. It is obvious every one of you are going to die within a few days anyway." said Cray. He knew that the kukri gang was not rich enough to support everyone that was a part of their name.
"Is this true Endo?" mumbled one of the kukri members leaning against the door to the sports bar. He took down his hat and walked over towards Cray. He whipped out his kukri knife and stopped in his tracks when he stood in line with the leader of the sub-gang.
"It's true b-b-but he doesn't know the full story." stuttered the leader, named Endo.
"So if we assign a hit on that Silent Slit guy, it all ends!?" yelled the member. The other two kukri guys had already left, both walking away, their knives lay on a sewer grate. They quit.
"Yes but, we don't have the money," said Endo.

I need to get back to my apartment. "Let's pile it up. 50 dollars and you kill the leader of the Silent Slits." said the member. By the time they looked back, Cray was gone. Both of them stood in silence. Welcome to the world gang rats.