• Lurking, hiding, waiting for an opening, a weakness, any opportunity to embed my steel into the flesh of your throat. My setting is but a lowly forest furn, but you reside in a tent, but this tent is far too cramped and a hourly stretch is needed. That is when i lunge.

    One would assume that in order to kill another man, excessive knowledge of the victims background is needed to form such murderous desires. Though, I know nothing about his soul, except only that I am the one to ink the conclusion to this beings unknown novel. Only negative assumptions form.

    The blood drips hypnotically.

    A stain unto society's shihakusho, you are now a stain unto the Earth's soil. No, more like a virus upon the grass carpeted before you. Yet, the semi-audible gurgles emanating from mouth to ear shine light onto your true nature.

    "m...mother...I...I..."

    Death had you in it's icy fist, steadily tightening its grasp until the pressure overwhelmed you. A final gasp leaps from your lungs into the night sky, almost as though to be cursing the heavens that your welcome is undesired.

    A remorseful arrow pierces my heart.