~A/N~

A story thing of a cool girl in black and a sciency guy. Yah. Read to find out more...

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*unedited*

Silent Killer

 It was dark inside the lab, like a large, metallic stomach inside a mechanical beast that never stopped moving. A big contraption made of smaller contraptions, you could call it. There were wheels turning here and there, metal tubes hanging from the ceiling, heavy clusters of metal parts and stray tools that were larger and much more complex than your average screwdriver.

A dark-haired man was standing at one cramped place inside the large room. He was bending over a big cube of metal that had small objects scattered on its table top. A nightstand was standing on it, too, spreading an intense white light over the man's work space. His eyes were squinting in concentration behind his small, rectangular glasses that had been pressed onto the bridge of his thin and pointed nose.

I was waiting, lurking in the darkness of the unlit areas inside the room. My dark hair was smooth, shiny and endlessly long, moving swiftly according to my equally swift movements. The paleness of my skin was unnoticed when I chose, since I have the ability to turn transparent and invisible to any other being - such as this man.

My powers work alongside me as I make my way through the clusters of burnt compartments mixed with new and shiny sheets of metal.

"I know you're there, Moon." The cold and hollow voice of the black-haired man echoes towards me. I flinch and my knees instinctively have me bending down, crouching on the floor.

I didn't reply for the sake of being unnoticeable. Just because he heard me doesn't mean he knows exactly where I am, right?

"I'm not called a mastermind for no reason." He continues, his ice-like voice slicing through the air in every direction. "Neither am I called an exceptional human being for no reason."

The silence continues ahead of his words as I rigidly stay in my position. I wasn't trained to stay unmoving just to waste the skill that I had managed to master. I mentally thank my boss while my minty, ghost-like blue eyes scan the lab for anything unusual, interesting or useful.

Finally, in a fake act of surrender, I rise from my position. The special black leather of my suit makes no sound as I stride towards the man. My black leather boots wrap around my leg all the way up to my knee, my jacket is loose but fitting enough for me to move through small spaces without it getting caught in anything and my pants are tight while they disappear into my boots, tucked underneath the thick black leather. 

I could tell that the dark-haired man (aka Doctor M) was paying attention to my approach since his hands stop moving and hover just above the surface of his table. His beady eyes stare into the space ahead of him, his gaze disappearing just over the edge of the table.

The scene is morbid and unsettling, he looks so vulnerable yet very aware that it scares me. Nonetheless, I keep my gaze steady and my movements are perfectly calibrated.

My boots place themselves on the floor silently, an inch away from the table and I take my time observing his mien.

His hands are paler than mine and I could see the faded blue of his blood vessels, the strain of his muscles as his fingers twitch were so distinguishing that I almost gag at how otherworldly it appears. His face is just as pale as his hands and I figure that his colour came from how much time he spends indoors in his dark, ominous lab, working on complex machines and metal-related inventions. His eyes are black and lifeless, like black holes filled with endless and faraway knowledge.

He is an extraordinary being and he has the capability to find and memorize knowledge that the average human mind is incapable of dealing with. If he had worked for our side, we would have achieved so much, but he never accepted our deal despite all that we suggested to give him in return for his favour. He rejected our offer repetitively.

So here I am representing my colleagues and avenging them and myself for what he had done to us.
He raises his head and his endlessly black eyes wallow into mine for one split second, before he falls to the floor with one deafening thud.

Dead.

Yet I still feel his eyes observing my every waver and blink.

I feel the black depths of his penetrating gaze on my back as I walk away.

I feel his stare sucking in my every flinch, shiver and stagger as I make my way out of the lab.
He isn't my first kill, but he will always be my first and only fear.

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