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The Darkness #2
the figure sat alone on the top of a building. he new he could be seen, only the right people could see him. like that man under the car. that was an unfortunate escape, he was meant to die that night. the scythe rested lightly on his sholder, his robes wrapping themselves around the shaft. he gripped it lightly and stood up. the familar smell of death caught his nostrils.....he was wanted somwhere. *some text missing* scythe raised he walked down the street with pace the smell was alot stronger now. it pulsated through his reborn body, surging like ice cold water through his figure. it was now overwhelming. he looked from side to side looking for the victim. the smell led him to the side of the road. he waited. the scent still in the sir. then from the corner of his eye he saw someone running. they shot straight passed him and onto the road he dodged the cars, this confused the cloaked figure. then from behind him again another man appeared. he was holding a weapon. he took aim from the other side of the street. BANG!!!. people dropped to the ground, others screamed and ran in terror. veichles came to a screahing halt. the man was thrown sidways into a building. he crumpled to the ground in a bloody heap. the black figure slowly walked across to the other side of the street. he found the man on the ground breathing heacily, clutching his side. he looked up. he could seee the figure standing over him scythe raised. he made no noise. he knew who this was and he was ready for what would happen. the scythe came down upn the man making a clean cut that could only be visible to death himself. the man slowly went limp. people started to appear. the gunman dropped to his knee's. walking passed him the figure caught a few words"....i didnt mean to.......it was an accident....."
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