Bad Habits [not complete]

The road was cracked, filled with potholes, and on the sides brown sludge and gritty snow accumulated.
The weather was rainy here and there, like it wont just make up it's damn mind,
sometimes acting human like...always unsure, always debating.
I'm looking for someone, actually I'm not looking at all.
I already know where she is. She's a young girl, and she's in a lot of danger.
My heavy boots clunk and clap in the brown grimy puddles of the dark and narrow alley.
Other then myself making noise, everything is looming, and quiet.
I'm on a mission, and the clock is ticking to my disadvantage.
I'm used to it, it always does. It's what I get for what I'm going to do.
I've been sent here to do someone elses business, not like I'm complaining,
It's the task I've been given, and my God, I'll make damn sure it's done.
I don't like failing him. I exit the alley onto an even dirtier part of the town.
The buildings were old, crooked and gnarled looking,
Twisted and broken.I could compare 'em to an old mans hands who had been working on railroads his whole life. But there was something beautiful in those hands...there's no beauty here.

The shadows begin to creep up to me, when I spot the building. No one has told me where she is exactly. But I know. I make my way through the dilapidated structure. The stair case seems to never quit winding around. I finally make my way up to the floor she's on. There are about 5 doors down the hallway, but I know which one it is. I kick open the door, the place smells strong of mildew and something else that's worse. I walk through the dingy rooms. The wallpaper is faded and peeled back, the floors covered with dirt, dust and the floorboards creek. I get to the room she's in. I pray He isn't with her. I push open the red shedding door, and there she is, huddled in a corner in the fetal position. There is someone else sitting next to her, his hand on her arm. "You bastard," I growl, and pull out my 357. They both turn and look at me. Her face sunken and gray. His smile like a knife. "I'm afraid you-and you're boss- are too late," He turned back and finishes injecting her with the drug. "She's mine now." he throws her arm away from him and turns to stand. I shoot him in the head, right between the eyes.His head splits in half, the hole is so big. The toothpick snaps between my teeth. He laughs and sticks his long slender pointy fingers into the hole. "Why, you'll have to do better then that," His face is young and pale, his build skinny and weak. Obviously, this is who had brought the girl into this sick lifestyle. Maybe a boyfriend, or a cousin. Anybody. The man removes his hand and begins to advance toward me.