Word count: 100
Challenge: #093 - Mistaken identity
Summary: Bloody, but not William.
Disclaimer: Universes not mine. Words mine.
He stepped out of the swirl of light. He was striking: cropped blond hair; cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass; eyes as cold as Arctic ice. He strode through the dark streets with the relaxed alertness of a predator.
"Poor Spike, hear you've been neutered," a voice jeered. "Reckon we can have some fun, now."
The blond smiled. "Love to have some fun, boys, but I'm in a hurry." Quick as thought, a silver pistol was in each hand. A moment later the two thugs were on the ground, cauterized holes drilled in each forehead.
"Fools. I failed murder rehab."