It was darker than simple darkness, there were no moons to light my way. Stars seemed to hide from the sky like frightened children covering their eyes in terror from a nightmare. Still I stood over the dead body with curiosity. It was simply amazing to me, the automatic change from life to death. Pallor came quickly to the man's corpse, with the loss of blood. Death made his skin begin to glow in the night. I touched the dead man's chin, it was still warm. His eyes were wet and frozen wide open. I tilted my head examining him and watched the blue grey seep over his skin like a dark cloud moved infront of the missing moon. I skirted the ebb of blood pooling freely around my boots and crouched low and near him. None of the others dared stop my macabre inspection. They often left me to my own machinations. I fell, lost into thought. I felt something I remembered, Scorn. She, my ever present enemy of soul. Yes, wrathful anger.
I wonder if I am plagued by the nightingale? Which man mocks me now? The man lying here with nothing to offer but liquid eyes and a price on his head, or the one with a great debt to me? I will exact this payment and finally get justice. Afterall, I had paid for a Life, I will have one in return. Watch over your shoulder for there is no where to hide; No stars or livid moon will grant you the sanctuary or the redemption of shadows.
Patience.
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