Darkness falls and I arise. While others sleep, I go to work. I gather my things and head out moving with swiftness to my destination.
As I arrive I watch for others, making sure that I am one with the shadow. I turn my gaze upward and see my point of entrance. With no more than spikes I begin my ascent up the apartment building. Slowly I dig in and move up this mountain of artificial rock, looking for my next place to move, not caring how far from the ground, but how close I am to my entrance. As I near I must keep my focus, one wrong move and I would fail. Failure is death.
Looking through the glass I see my objective fast asleep. Silently I pierce the window with one of my blades, cutting a hole and placing the piece of glass on the floor as I crawl through. I smell death on the horizon. I stay close to the wall just to be safe, creeping ever so close to my target. Placing all fear aside I draw forth my blade and taking a vial from my side I drip its contents across my means of death, ensuring a painful, yet silent kill. As I near I see the bed sheets rise and fall in accordance with this person�s breathing, breathing that soon will cease. I raise my blade and proceed to swing it downward upon my� a snap.
Steel and wood pierce my chest as my target rises, tossing an empty crossbow aside. I stagger back with shock and drop my blade. Putting my hand to my chest I feel warm blood run over my fingers, and cool in the air. A door breaks open and two pairs of footsteps move in. My arms are grasped by the two as I try to escape, and I�m held immobile. Through the dark I see my target standing in front of me. Pain shoots through my chest as the bolt is ripped from my chest, and more of my insides are torn. With a swift motion my taget's hand whips around with the bolt, and gashes my face, blood spilling forth and down my face.
Just as I think it can't get worse, it does as my own sword is taken from the ground and with vicious cleaves across my chest, arms and legs my body is encased in blood as the poison runs through my veins, stinging my very soul. As they finish with me, they mock my very presense with insults. I feel pressure on my arms as the two holding me force me backwards, and with a shove I am sent through the glass window, shards cutting into my already permeated flesh.
I fall, and as I look up at the starless sky, I know it will be the last thing I see. The last glimpse of this life that has been so cruel. Living out this existance as a taker of lives, yet in one minor seemingly insignifigant moment it is all taken, and the reaper pays me a visit. My body grows numb and visions of the past roll in my head. The simple joys of this life, the green of the grass, the bird singing its morning song. All this in it minor part becomes my only thoughts, how far must I endure this pain, before my soul leaves this body, before the shell is no longer of use. Why did I choose this life, or did life choose me? What outside forces affected this, that my end should come to this, damn them, damn them all that they brought this upon me, may they suffer as I am. The ground rushes upon me and with a crack upon my skull... I am no more.
by: B.F.
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