Five days...

Five days since the incident in the basement of terrors.
He stayed at the distance observing, analyzing and waiting.

*She doesn't show activity since then, what is she planning?*

Mane takes a sip of his favorite brand "Crystal Vodka". The alcoholic touch in his tongue filled him with confidence.

*Does she have food there? Water? How can she survive down there?* - Questions that he couldn't stop thinking since the next morning after the unfortunate happening days ago. He took shelter in an abandoned building, some streets away from the passage to the killer's basement.
In all those five days, he observed from the windows, with enough supplies for two weeks, including some bottles of his favorite drink, where he could drown his sad memories, which in the category were mostly of his past.

*Five days... and she didn't show up... she doesn't come out...* - It didn't make sense - *Unless there's a second passage? A backdoor? Can't be... but what the hell do I know? That place is certainly bigger than what It looks like... a cave system!*

Too tired from not sleeping, but he needed a living, and for somepony with his reputation thanks to his dead family, there was no choice but to lurk in the dark, hidden from Equestria, and only few knew of his existence.

"What are you waiting for? Go get her!" - Shouted a familiar voice than none could hear besides him.

"It doesn't work like that. You had an army and look how it turned out for you..." - said Mane without emotion

The ghostly character got closer of him.

"Nephew, you know what they say: "No pain, no gain!"

"If you knew who I'm dealing with!"

"And yes I know. Want me to say?"

"No thank you, the name itself shivers me... not even the nickname!"

"No surprise for someone afraid of the dark..." - Mocked the ghost.

Mane didn't listen and kept observing, and from time to time, nibbling on the cookies he stole from a delivery wagon.
He couldn't stay there watching. Staying would mean lose the track and the contract. And to add to the confusion, he kept thinking of her, a weird feeling he never knew before, along with confusion and fear.

Her eyes. Those blue innocent looking eyes. He didn't forgot them since the incident. They were showing fear and insecurity, signals of a clear sociopath. And getting caught in her territory leaded to the less expected: Panic.
What psycho would be scared to death by catching a new victim in his place? With all the tools in that room, she could have stabbed him and get the job done. Probably the unexpected factor? Who knew?

"So..?" - Muttered the ghost

"I'm going, I can't stay here forever."

"No guts, no glory! That's my boy!"

"Don't be so happy about It, otherwise, I'm gonna end up next to you, not in any ring of Tirek's Hell, but in the Tartarus!" - Said Mane in an angry tone while packing his stuff. - "The last thing I need is somepony cheering me when I'm actually willing to face death!"

"Why are you like that..?"

"Because, It's how this world shaped me!"

The ghost made a move towards him, as if he was hugging Mane, but none of them could feel It...
The stallion was thinking of saying something in his acid words, but he decided not to.

The spectral figure left him from his nonexistent hold, and Mane starts heading to to downstairs followed by the companion.

When he was about to open the door and check the surroundings..
"Mane..."

"Yes..?"

"Please don't die... It will only adds to my pain seeing you next to me down there..." - said the dark ghost while pointing to the floor.

"I'll try not to."

"I wish I could help you, but He doesn't allow me to."

"It's alright. The fact you five down there are watching, already comforts me..."

"Good luck!"

"Thank you... and send my regards to the Other Four."

"Will do." - And with that, King Sombra's spirit vanished to the depths...

He opened the door, checked...
The streets were empty...

*Let's do this...* - and he ran off to the target...