The Night Job (Part 2)

Tap! Tap! Tap!
The Man sprints down the sidewalk, following the smell of blood that the killer took with them when they made their escape. The metallic smell that the Man has been following grows fainter as the once fresh blood that had coated the murderer begins to dry at an abnormally fast rate. The Man knows that as soon as the blood dries he'll have a much harder time of finding where the murderer went. He pushes his body beyond its limits and urges himself to go faster; silently thanking his past self for staying in shape as his body begrudgingly obliges.

As his muscles begin to ache and wail in protest his ears can just barely make out the irregular footsteps of the murderer he's perusing.
Tha Thump Tha Thump Tha Thump
He slows His pace just enough to match His quarry, both to conserve His energy and make sure he doesn't lose his target. After tailing for a few more minutes the footsteps come to an abrupt halt somewhere up ahead. Dropping his hands onto his knees, the Man takes a few moments to catch his breath, coughing and wheezing with exhaustion before shakily resuming his pursuit. With no idea why the killer had suddenly stopped, the Man could only come up with two possibilities; either the killer was just as tired as he was, or they had reached their destination. 

One of the Man's theories was quickly proven to be true as the sound or crunching wood and smashing glass resounded from somewhere just up ahead. While the killer was busy breaking into what was presumably their destination, one of the many houses that lined the street, the Man used the opportunity to prepare for the inevitable confrontation. He slipped His cane back into his jacket and exchanged it for His trusty Glock 19, which He always keeps concealed inside his coat. Clutching the Glock in both hands, He inched his way up the sidewalk, keeping his ears primed for anything that wasn't the low whistle of the wind or the slow beating of his heart.
crunch pop crunch
Something below his feet was making quiet pops and crunches with each step he took. Reaching a hand down, He pinched one of the tiny shards between his fingers, with a small stinging sensation between his fingers little drops of blood begin to pepper the pavement below.
"Broken glass...if they're out to make a clean getaway after committing such a serious crime, it wont do them any good to leave this much evidence lying out in the open." the Man smiles thinly
"You must be pretty confident that no one will come find you, confident that you're killing spree will never come to an end." He shakes His head
"Even in this lawless world, justice has a way of hunting down the worst criminals." He raises his voice so that even those hidden just out of sight would have no trouble hearing Him "Retribution has come for you, carried on a current of all those you've killed!" a cold breeze flowed from the jagged hole in the building in front of the Man, and with it, a horse voice filled with malice.
"Such strong convictionssss, come, you will join those who have led you hereeee."
"With an invitation like that, how could I possibly refuse?" the Man whispers through clenched teeth, before stepping through the opening into the welcoming darkness beyond.

Darkness, cold, long, and deep. The moment that He stepped over the threshold the hairs on His arms stood straight up; something was very wrong here. Even though He had felt complete darkness before, in the Void, this was different, filled with anger hatred, anger, and blood lust. He could almost sense a will from the darkness, a will to keep Him trapped here until whatever sick plans were played out in full.
"Did you like the voice I used?" the killer's voice echoed from all around, seemingly everywhere at once
"It seemed more appropriate for the dramatic mood that you had created." the killer cleared this throat
"I'm sure by now you understand what happened, but just in case, ill put it in simple terms. I tricked you, and now that your here-" he paused for a moment as if to savor his next words
"I'm gonna watch you die."

As if it had been waiting for a signal, the darkness around the Man began moving and churning, as if it was being shaped by unseen hands. The Man felt many presences emerge from the darkness all around Him.
"You know, at first I didn't trust It. I mean, It told me to gather eyes. Who wouldn't find that weird?" the presences begin to move closer to the Man, silently inching there way towards Him.
"But since It did so much for me I thought that the least I could do was indulge It a little." the killer stifles a chuckle
"It was right though, watching you get torn apart by, what did you call them, 'A current of those I've killed'? It has a nice ring to it, did you read that in a book or something?" A hand reaches for the Man's coat but before it makes contact, the Man bolts away, vaulting over one of them to escape the circle that had closed around Him. As He touches the ground a wave of physical and emotional pain wash over Him, causing Him to almost lose His balance.
No! No Please! I-I'll do what ever you say just don-
The man shakes His head to expel the voice from His mind, before He has a chance to gather His thoughts hands are already trying to grab Him again. Breaking into a sprint He weaves in and out between countless hands.
"Are all of these things, victims? Forced to obey his sick urges even after death..." the realization forces His mind to see something that His eyes could never hope to grasp. A pustule of filth becomes clear, it had always been there but its evil was hidden from view, lurking just below the surface; only after hearing the screams of one of his victims did He notice it.
"There's no use in running, you'll run out of stamina long before they do so why dont you just give up and di-AHHHHHHH!" with a single precise shot from the Man's handgun a bullet pierces the killer's flesh and rends a scream from his mouth.

With a sound like water rushing down a drain, the darkness dissipates.

"ARGHHHHH! DAMMIT, YOU SHOT MY LEG YOU BASTARD!" the sounds of thrashing limbs and screams of pain assault the Man's ears. The Man walked over to the killer and pointed His Glock at the killers chest, but before he pulled the trigger, he remembered why he had come here in the first place, and holstered his gun.

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How had I failed? How had I been found so easily? It had told me that as long as I used It's gift I would be able to kill anyone in whatever way I wanted to. So how was I found just minutes after pulling Him in?
The killers thoughts were interrupted by a hand roughly grabbing the collar on his shirt, picking him up, and slamming him into a wall. The shock from being flung against the wall caused him to open his tightly clenched eyes, revealing a scene from a nightmare laid out in front of him. Grey spectral figures filled the entire room staring at him with eyes that cut deeper than any bullet could. Fear joined the fog of pain in his mind, he was going to die.
He faintly realized that the Man was yelling at him, but it sounded like he was being yelled at while underwater. Only a few words got through to him and managed to form a cohesive sentence.
"Where is Emilia?!"