The Target Meets a Murderous End

The man known as Anarchy crossed his arms underneath his cloak as he looked up at the apartment building he had made his way towards. He had come for one purpose and that purpose was to eliminate a target by the name of Manuel. The eyepatch wearing hitman was contacted by an upper class businessman about a job offer, a person who's name he wasn't privy to nor did he bother to learn it. He preferred that no one's real names were used in the discussion of business. From what he knew, the man was under suspicion of being a serial rapist, though why the man would care about this man walking the streets was something he wasn't interested in in the slightest. The man was paying and he was paying well so he wasn't even going to complain. He offered a whopping $50,000 now and then another $50,000 after the job was finished.

Usually it wasn't like those high society rich folk to hire a 'no good, hired thug' when the police could just take care of the job but apparently, the cops had completely fucked up when signing their warrant and as such, the man got off on a technicality. The man then relocated himself to another state in an attempt to fade away into obscurity once again. Unfortunately for Manuel though, that was as likely to happen as Hilary Clinton proving that he is, in fact, a woman. Using a fire escape, he made his way up to the window of the man's apartment and looked through the window, watching as Manuel laid back lazily on his recliner watching, ironically enough, Cops of all things, his back to the window.

How ironic that a wanted criminal would watch a reality show about cops, he sneered to himself mockingly as he pulled the glove on his right hand off and covered his hand in a greenish liquid. He then placed it up against the glass and watched as the window melted away, smirking to himself as he proceeded to sneak in through the now open window and formed the acidic glove into a pointed knife. Manuel was completely oblivious to his presence, which is why he didn't react to an acid knife forcefully introducing itself to his kidneys, in a manner similar to Manuel's penis forcefully introducing itself to his victim's vaginas. The man's organs and then his very flesh and bone started melting away, along with the chair he was sitting on. He clapped his hands together as if to wipe off imaginary dust and made his way through the open window again before slinking away into the streets. He looked at a watch he had on his right wrist and it told him that it was 12 AM, only a few minutes having passed by since he started the job.

The eye-patch wearing hitman continued on his way, looking at the sights as well as attempting to find what he could possibly get to eat around here. He was hungry and had only eaten that shitty airplane food. It was a good thing he had deposited that money into his bank account so he was more then good to go and could afford to eat anywhere. He definitely wasn't going to try any of those fancy places though. The food was overpriced, the company was complete shit, the service was terrible and the food tasted and felt like somebody had made the food out of rubber cement and this was a place that was deemed a five-star restaurant. The entire experience at that place was about as terrible as someone making a rape jo-oh wait, he thought to himself with a sarcastic smirk on his face as he chuckled to himself. The almost completely white-skinned, white-haired hitman took another couple of steps, heading towards a small hotdog stand when someone came from behind him and started accusing him of killing an innocent person. He frowned to himself since he realized that someone must have seen him kill Manuel and was preparing a glob of acid as he turned around, preparing to fire it at the person that accosted him in the streets.

He stopped in his tracks when he realized that the person that accosted him was a woman, a rather attractive woman to boot. The long silvery hair that down past her waist was very attractive and the all-black attire gave her a roguish-look. He smirked at her casually as he crossed his arms across his chest underneath his cloak and leered at her as he made a sarcastic comment to reply back to her. "Gee, I don't know, perhaps it's the same thing that lets me get away with masturbating to pictures over Marilyn Munroe or banging some bar-hopping blondes drunk off their asses toots" he said in a sarcastic manner as he looked at her in an amused manner, a casual, almost flirtatious look on his face.

He looked at her with a lecherous smirk on his face as he moved a strand of hair out of his face. Her irritation was rather amusing to the incredibly pale hitman, though one thing particularly interesting during her irritated rant that she said that caught his attention was how she said that he stole a target from her. The only target he eliminated today was that sex offender that had gotten off on a technicality, which was more than likely the target she was saying that he had stolen from her. He had no idea why she was going to eliminate the guy but he didn't particularly care though, since he had been hired for a job and nothing was going to get in his way of doing his job, not even a hot chick with a rocking chest. Money, food and drinks were all much more important then women because without them, he wouldn't be able to enjoy the women because he would be dead. He got to the guy first and if she didn't like it, then that was too bad for her. It wasn't his fault she was too slow and was unable to get her chance at the dude.

His lecherous leer and his flirtatious smirk never dropped from his face as she fumed at him and insulted him for his lack of creativity in handing out nicknames to women. She clearly had no idea that he could be make more inventive nicknames, what with him being as lecherous to women as he is. He merely stood there, staring at her with a lecherous smirk as the streetlamp the two of them were under shined down on them. After letting her just stand there steaming, he responded to her as his lecherous leer got more intense. "It wasn't my fault you were too slow to eliminate the target first Boob Goddess. I was just much more efficient and much faster then you were when it came to the elimination process. Perhaps if you ask nicely enough though, the four of us could split the loot, you, me and those glorious melons of yours" he said in a suggestive manner, remaining completely calm even though he was preparing to launch a glob of acid at her in the event she did something to provoke him. While he was a lecher and REALLY liked looking at the female body, he still wouldn't let his guard down and leave himself open to attack by an irate female.

He simply stood there as she continued to fume, her anger obviously getting higher and higher and thus, much harder to control. He narrowed his uncovered eye at her as she arched herself onto her hands and kicked at his chest with her feet. When her legs impacted against him, it didn't even do any damage to him, although it did send him back a step or two. He simply stared at her in an amused manner and smirked at her in a confident manner. "You shouldn't have done that gorgeous. Now I have to melt you and that glorious rack of yours" he said with a smirk as a green substance formed around his body. He deduced she was some kind of close-ranged fighter, actually just making a guess and formed his highly potent acid armor to cover his body. While his clothes melted from the substance and leaving him naked, the substance worked as a second skin, a coating that completely covered his body in a green fluid that hid anything anyone might have seen. He then turned the saliva in his mouth into a highly potent acid, shaped it into a bullet and spat it out at her.

He grinned to himself in glee as he watched as she caught the acid bullet, believing in his mind that she was no doubt in some extreme pain for going along with such foolishness. Why in the hell would anyone try to grab anything of an acidic nature without any appropriate protection? The answer to his question came to him, however, when her hand, that was previously being melted through the flesh, tissue and bone, had healed itself of all the damage it had received by his acid. Well that explained it, she had a healing factor and that would make his job of eliminating her a little harder then it would be if she didn't have it. It didn't appear to him that she could take that much of a beating so that was fixed by being able to heal any damage he gave her. So, logically, if he were to deal enough fatal blows to her, blows so fatal she would be dead before she had time to regenerate, he would come out the victor. Deciding to use that as a plan of action, he watched with his uncovered eye as she threw a bottle of mustard at him, a bottle of mustard that was liquidized, along with the contents inside of it, at an almost instant rate. The acid inside the mustard weakened the potency of his acid, but only for a while. Unfortunately for her, it temporarily weakened the acid armor in his stomach area and not his face so even though she punched him in the face, still not getting any damage or pain or any effect aside from being sent back a few steps by the force of impact, she was still getting the full brunt of the acid. He gathered a large amount of saliva into his mouth and opened his mouth as far as he could possibly open it, exhaling what appeared to be a large stream of acid similar to that of a fire hose at Skyler.

The casual, unconcerned and almost lazy smirk that was on his face widened as she grimaced in pain from her hand melting from the acid that it was now covered in, though the damage was quickly healed. He was about to lunge at her and attack with an acid knife when he heard the same thing she did. The very sound had twisted his previously mentioned expression to an enraged snarl as a cop car sped around the corner and stopped by them. When one of the cops came out, Skyler had already eliminated him with her ballistic knife. When the other cops got out, he sprang into action. "DIE YOU FUCKING FREEDOM SUPPRESSORS" he shouted in rage as he charged at them, forming an acid knife on his right arm and decapitated his head due to the incredible potency of his acid. He then spat a glob of acid onto the second cop, watching in glee as the quickly melting cop screamed in pain before going silent. He then dealt with the final cop simply by grabbing him on the face with his acid-covered hand and watched as his entire head melted off. He then turned to the cop car and simply rammed his body into the car, watching as it slowly melted and turned into a green puddle.

KM Pretended not to, but he was more than a little nervous about his first real assignment. while he wasn't a secret most people didn't know about him, about his form, about his abilities. The State kept him hidden, tested him and put him through rigors, both physical and mental, to make sure he was mission ready. Then again, when it is reported that someone is reduced to a puddle of green goo, one has the right to think something similar will happen to oneself. Plus being in a C-130 flying at 37000 feet didn't help matters.

"The Chicago PD said that the man, the dead man, was a man accused of several counts of rape." the briefer said over his head set

"What was the verdict?" KM croaked. Speaking was hard with his beak, but he could still hold a conversation.

"Acquittal, the warrants were fucked."

KM Let out a sigh. 'The state says that he was innocent, even if the it was their fault, he has the same rights as any other man.' He tried to delude himself, trying to sympathize with the victim. It was his job, even if he didn't like it.

"Five Bucks says, 'Mental Illness'." KM Chirped.

"Sucker's bet. Anyway there are more reports of this acid man in midtown, you should see it, theirs kind of a large fight going on between him and a yet unidentified female. Good luck Kongamato, dust off in sixty seconds." the radio went dead. KM ripped off his headset and shuffled to the back of the plane as the threshold descended and showed him the glory of Chicago in full. The cool air felt good on his scales. He stared long into the city as he steadied himself.

“GO!” The speaker blared and He dove head first into the breeze, spread his wings and prepared for a search of the city.

Anarchy was so enraged that the only thing he could see was a dark shade of red. The very sight of the cops had sent him into a blind rage on such a high level that he was completely unaware of his surroundings. How dare these worthless peons, these no good conformists try and get in his way. He was a person that was all about freedom and he wasn't going to let anyone try and stop him from doing what he had the right to do, the freedom to do as a human being. All sentient beings had a choice, a free will to do things and anyone that tries to encroach upon and suppress his freedom, his right, will meet very painful and messy deaths. However, he wasn't so blinded by his rage that he did not notice the woman calling out to him. He turned to look at her as she made her way up the fire escape and quickly followed after her, since he didn't see any cops around or hear any sirens.

The Command wasn't kidding when they said it'd be a quick search, it was hard not to notice the large neon green puddles that had dotted the area, and he could clearly make out two figures, a male and a female, darting away up a fire escape. Kongamato chuckled to himself. His first mission would be easy. maybe he wouldn't have to fight at all. swooping down in a lazy arc, he hoovered close to the fire escape and called out to the two.
"Hey, I'd like to ask you a few questions." he called out. From the looks the two gave him he could tell that his early assessment of an easy mission was wrong. Dead Wrong.