There was a stifling moment of silence as the slot machine spun for a moment, before landing on the face of Damien.

Dagger grinned. “Amazing! Four times in a row! Indeed, our hitman Damien is the brilliant murderer of Crimson Ryder!”

Damien was awfully quiet as Dagger slammed the button down.

The chain came forward Damien switched to Vega, who dodged it for a moment in desperation. It followed him like a curious predator, latching on to his neck the moment Vega left himself open, dragging him away.

His screams drowned out the sound effects of the TV as it came down, showing a Damien sprite getting dragged off by a Dagger sprite.

Damien has been found guilty.

Commence Execution Four.

*****

Blood Bath Battle

Drip, drip, drop.

The lonely rogue walked down the street in the rain, a cloak wrapped around his dark, lanky form. One bolt of lightning flashed behind him, revealing a long claw under his cloak.

He was hunting.

He was predator.

As he walked by an alley, a gang slowly stepped out from the shadows.

There was a soft, demented whisper from the leader. “Well, well, well. We meet again, Slayer.”

Damien looked over.

Damien grinned back, the eye covered by his hair flashing red for an instant. “This will be your death day, Dagger Belmont.”

The gang leader laughed lowly, stepping out. Dagger was wearing a white shirt, with a leather jacket over it, punk styled jeans, and combat boots. His hair was gelled upwards, revealing his silver and red eye, and silver chains were wrapped around his neck. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and stamped it out in the rain, the crunching sound being the only sound besides the storm raging around them.

Drip, drip, drop.

“How about we settle it right here? My knife and your gun?” the slayer pulled off his hood.

Dagger grinned, snapping his fingers. More gang members appeared. "Getting rid of me is not easy, Slayer."

They launched into the blood bath.

The slayer maneuvered his body around the opponents, taking out his claw and slashing them to ribbons.

First one.

Dead.

Second one.

Dead.

It went on and on, an endless stream of the hardcores challenging Damien with their guns.

Several bullets hit him. He grit his teeth together, his moves getting slower and clumsier.

The sound of bullets ended.

Everyone was dead around the lone assassin, who stood up shakily from his hunched stance and looked around, his clever eyes scanning for the leader.

He noticed a moment too late.

A shadow descended upon him, landing on Damien's chest.

He let out a scream, blood coming out from his mouth. It was obvious, from the way he moved, that his ribs were beyond fixable.

Dagger rested one knee on the slayer's chest.

Damien choked, his breath becoming shorter and more ragged.

Drip, drip, drop.

There was a silence as the two enemies stared at each other, one pair of eyes holding determination and fury, the other one glittering with amusement.

They already both knew that the predator had lost.

There seemed to be a slow on time, as Dagger pulled out a small gun from the pocket of his leather jacket.

He set it on Damien's forehead, who's breathing hitched.

Drip, drip, drop.

Dagger smiled like a sadist would, whispering words that seemed to be audible even through the din of the thunderstorm as he pulled the trigger.

"Goodnight, Slayer."

Damien was dead.

Now, he was free.

Drip, drip, drop.

End Execution.

*****

They all stared at the corpse of Damien. The lights came on, revealing their shocked, pale faces. Wyatt noticed how tightly Harmony was holding on to Thane, who had her pressed against his side as he stared grimly ahead.

Dagger walked out of the area calmly, not even taking a second glance back at the dead body or his clothes stained with blood. "Isn't it fun how you guys expect no more murders, yet one person always betrays the group?" He grinned. "I find it amazing! Ahahahahaha!"

"You bastard, Dagger Bel–" Wyatt seethed, cut off by Dagger.

Dagger held a finger to Wyatt's lips. "No, no, remember? Master Dagger. Don't forget our deal. Your life in exchange for something so simple. I would be thankful, actually."

Wyatt ground his teeth. "Yes...Master Dagger."

Dagger smirked. "Good. One week."

With that, he walked off, leaving eight people standing alone in the execution room, wondering who would be the next victim.

A/N:
Shadow finds Dagger hot in leather.