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Wednesday, February 24, 2010

"You do not need to kill someone with a weapon"

He lifted his legs, which took him to the back of the alley. In his pockets, were fragments of undesirable thoughts. How was he suppose to face the priests? He had a figurative choice, but it involved bystanders getting hurt. Who in the right frame of mind, would want to hurt innocent people?

The priests had no idea of his recent intention developments, though they had figured that he was as angelic as he could be, compared to the other preachers. As he took himself out of the alley with hands in his pocket, he had so much to hide but nothing to lose. A man who had nothing to lose, is sure one who could disappear from this world without anyone knowing.

As he approached one of his targets, he had a striking hesitation. His right hand pulled slowly out of his pocket and in those frightful hands, who knew such dangerous tool could do so much harm. He grabbed her by her neck, and slid her nerves like he was a meat seller removing the revealing layers of fatty tissues. She gasped for air with her eyes in frozen sight. He watched as she fell to the ground and beg for the mercy while the algae floor quickly flooded with reddish liquid of distrust.

He watched as her hand held dearly on her neck as the blood oozed and he other hand reaching for his shoes, in hopes of reaching out to awake him from his mysterious outrage. Soon her arms were covered with dark red pigments and he just stood there and watched with no felt in his heart.

He flicked her undead hands of his shoes and husked a little. His eyes moved in a diagonal manner with thoughts of desperation and dispair. At that moment, there was a stain of poor judgment and a sense of regression. Never did he thought that those hands would be stained by the essence of his own kind.

He revealed his creed; the Assassin's Creed. It had to be done to make things right. What he killed was not only an innocent girl, but also a residual part of him which now is nothing more than just a dark stained emotion.

With his fingeprints all over, he placed the sharp intangible on the floor and slowly backed away as if he was negotiating with the dead body. He did not mean to endanger her.

The worst part was

"You do not need to kill someone with a weapon". - frostdude

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