The Devil's Trill

Prologue

A lone figure sat atop a large structure unmoving, oblivious to the wind that blew against his face and pulled at his clothes. From high on his perch there was nobody to disturb his concentration, nobody to impose on the momentary peace he felt. It was just the way he liked it.

It was times like these that he liked to just stand there and enjoy the comfort the silence gave him. Absentmindedly, he began to whistle the song "The Sound of Silence" idly to himself. At least he hadn't lost that ability. Even before those life changing events had occurred, the song had been a favorite of his and had remained that way for all those years after. Perhaps it was destiny. Or more likely sad irony.

But despite the overall stillness of the world, he knew something was about to happen, something big. He could feel it in his bones. Getting to his feet, he turned his face towards the cityscape, eyes narrowed and scanning. Somewhere out there a storm was brewing. Normally he'd stay away from big events such as these. They had nothing to do with him, nor did he want anything to do with them. No, he was only interested in his own well-being. Of course there were always exceptions, a mere few that he would gladly accompany or even put himself in harm's way to protect but as stated before, the number was a single digit. For the most part he only looked after number one.

This time however, it was personal. In fact, he doubted there was anyone else whom it concerned more than him. Just the mere thought of it sent a feeling of exhilaration through him and he fought to keep it contained. Finally, after waiting for so long, he'd get the chance to even the score once and for all!

A sudden thought occurred to him then, a thought that twisted his mouth from a neutral line into a frown. How would he approach this alone? Surely his enemy would be ready for him once he arrived at the scene of the crime, and with a dozen soldiers nonetheless. Even with his power and strength, he was forced to admit to himself that he'd be defeated easily. And while he'd suffered defeat before, he couldn't let that happen. Not this time. He'd need help.

Taking in a deep breath, he exhaled before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the yellow communicator that he'd kept with him at all times. Yes, this was a personal mission, one that few could know about, one that few would understand. So, his options were limited. No matter, he doubted he'd need that much help anyway. So he typed out his message:

Need to talk. Meet me you know where at the time you know which.

After that, he entered the two names of his choice and had two messages sent out to them before pocketing the communicator once more. Time was creeping up slowly, and once they'd received his message, they'd be there in no time. That was one of the things he liked about those two, they always arrived on time. Plus they were the only ones who would truly understand why he needed to do what he was going to do. Taking in another deep breath, he leaped off of the ledge and into the night all the while whistling a different tune: The Devil's Trill.

OK, I had a couple of people ask me if I could do a sequel to my one-shot "Seeing Red", so here it is. Personally, I think the other one is just fine without a sequel but what the heck, this might be fun. So, let me know what you think!

Reviews, comments, and criticisms are greatly appreciated just no flames!