Thread:YingHe/@comment-36159587-20190710004720/@comment-36159587-20190711045447

It was one thing to face a group of killers. It was another to face an experienced one, and another who he'd researched so much about. But, he didn't expect to feel that slight hint of fear within him.

It was one thing to be a killer. It was another to face another.

Benigno had killed many, many of which had evaded death for a long time. But, he did it for a justified cause, or one that he believed in. They had killed many, and killed one, or many, would spare so many more.

But, he'd seen much less of this one in the books. He'd seen much about the others--the Jackal, Eagle, Hyena. The Cheetah, the Mamba, the Fox, the Monarch, all of those killers.

But there was one who was different. There was nothing on them, except a recent incident.

They were an assassin, a masked individual, and not just because they were a Masked One. They could kill hundreds of people.

Despite he'd never said so, Benigno wanted to encounter the Catamount, or the A.A.--Apologetic Assassin--the least out of all the Masked Ones. In motive, the Jackal was indeed dangerous. But in danger, he'd come to consider the A.A. as the worst. He wanted to know more about the individual before he ever had to fight, or to even encounter.

But, he'd nearly been killed by this same individual--the only person who'd ever snuck up on him like that.

The world had made its choice for him, perhaps.

It was kill or be killed.