Dark swirls of shadows lapped at the cold damp sidewalks. Whistling breezes whipped their way through the cloudy alleyway. With a slight deepened laugh a man stepped out into the black midnight. Thick black ooze dripped down from his mouth, blood dried stains covered the clothing he wore. Was he a monster or man? "What a beautiful night..." he hissed lowly, almost as if disgust filled his words. Bitter sarcasm was one horrid trait, however, it suited such a monster of man such as himself. With a clench of the fist he shook his head, glancing his oddly colored eyes out into the lighted streets. Ever so carefully went up the long black and red checkered scarf, wrapping the fabric over the gaping holes in his face. If such a man was human it would be quite the cold night...that much is needed to fit in. After the face was covered, everything was to fall into place. Sickening snaps of bones made four sharp horn like features melt and mold back into the sides of the man's skull, not a single sound to be made from his concealed lips. Nearly normal, almost hidden. As if by magic, the short messily chopped hair grew long. Warm yellow light from the distant streetlights reflecting on his blue locks. Normal enough? Not quite. Glancing down at his own right arm with a blank expression, he sighed. Always the most tedious. Closing his eyes to focus, his pitch blackened arm that didn't look quite normal started to drip and melt. Droplets hit the ground like a faucet slowly being turned on. He bit down on his lower lip harshly, nearly slicing through the chapped flesh. Lack of concentration would lead to a situation he'd much rather avoid. Seconds ticked by slowly for him, after a minute passed all was right. Well, what he was going for in the very least. An empty socked from where the arm once was. The demonic looking black ooze still ran down from the wound, wrapping itself around the skin before forming a hardened covering to stop the leak. Yet another sigh left, resting his hand on his shoulder to move around the slightly sore muscles. "Such a tedious task..." As was it always. Never something he looked forward to doing. For now, he simply looked like a veteran of war. Scars ran across his face in most directions and the loss of both an arm and eye. Ah, of course. How could he forget. With the quick blink of the eyes the flame in his near empty socket blew out, more of that eerie black liquid seeping out just to make it's way over the crevice. Slowly it covered over, however unlike the shoulder, it dried a dark teal. From a distance it was clearly distinguished as a simple eye patch or gauze. Casually he walked out into the lit area, taking light and quiet steps along the pavement. Vehicles weren't seen much at this time of night... Though, often you'd see rebellious teens walking away from home and even late night travelers making it towards family or friends' houses. Victims were something easily picked. Everyone had such an inner torment he could manipulate and mold into what he wanted. The hardest part was catching them out during midnight. Daytime wasn't very preferred for him seeing as how he'd stand out if not for the darkened atmosphere. As he glanced around something caught his eye. Light blonde hair shimmering golden from the lights above. A young female, seeming to be heading somewhere in quite the hurry. Returning from a party perhaps? Maybe even coming home from a late night shift at work. The reason didn't matter much. Things would lead to the same conclusion. The dark misery that lay ahead, she would never see it coming. Nor do they ever... The night was young. The bloodbath about to begin. "God have mercy on this poor soul." was the last few words to leave his mouth.