“Are you watching closely?”
With a snap of fingers, a dim light appears and we see Lutherian Locke standing with his back to the camera, but standing in front of a mirror.
“Assassin” Locke flicks a bullet from his hand “Contract killer’ and another “Professional Killer” and another “Trigger Man” and another. “Roland Gray.. the hunter of men, women and children. A man that is driven by the amount of credits he can receive no matter the task as long as he can use his trusty revolver and fire a bullet into the back of the skull of some poor unaware bastard. Dead as a door nail, contract fulfilled, job done”
Locke smiles into the mirror as he maneuvers two items between his hands.
“Ones name can appear on many things – a letter, a post card, a cheque.. you seem to have the idea that a name is most likely to appear on a bullet, have you ever considered that your name could appear on a not a bullet.. but a tombstone? Here Lies Roland Grey.. and nothing else. Nobody from this life or the next will care about your misdeeds and misgivings, nobody will care that you seek answers to your friends demise, you came from the dirt and to the dirt you shall return.”
He takes a hunting knife from his pocket and runs the sharp blade along the scarring of his face.
“Is man the most dangerous animal of all Roland? You can hunt small game such as fox or pheasant or even cats if it so please you, but man is not the apex of your hunt Roland, far far from it. Mans ability to have survival instincts and the will to live is what you think sets them apart from the rest of the hunt, but i’m afraid that is just small time in the grand scheme of things. Nothing in comparison to what you are coming up against.”
Locke takes another bullet from his hand and flicks it away.
“We.. I.. have been hunted for years by people like you, so called hunters who wish to test themselves upon a true apex of evil, a real killer of man unlike yourself. We are the ones that pathetic men like you try to test themselves with. My.. shall we say… better half.. wants to save people and to show them mercy, to show them the error of their ways and set them upon the right path in their life. Where I.. I honestly could not give two flying fucks about mercy or errors of ways. The angel of mercy here will guide you to the light and the grace of the almighty but the me.. the demon, the knight of the legion of hell wants to take you into the darkness and rip and tear your flesh from your bones like.. well.. quite aptly like a wolf”
Locke produces a final bullet with the initials ‘R.G’ carved into it and smashes it into the mirror.
“Hunter or Hunted Roland.. what are you? When we fight in this cage, the wolf is no match for the demon. You will perish, you cant be saved!”