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Poem or short story, "Life of an assassin." |
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I looked back behind me, and saw red-orange flames lap at the midnight blue sky. Normally, I would care that people would notice my crime scene. My job was to kill and be gone before everyone noticed my target was dead. It didn't matter anymore, though. They would come, and they might find me, but I would beat them easily. I kept walking, feeling empty, more so than usual. I did not want this life anymore, truth be told, I didn't want any life anymore. I just wanted peace, and to die peacefully. I stopped at the top of the hill, and looked down at the mob surrounding my work, my debt to the world. "Fools. All down there, wondering what happened." I took Onikoutsu, and stabbed the ground in front of me, looking once more at the once clear sky, now clouded with smoke. "Why did you choose this life?" I immediately whipped around, ready for battle to find that no one was behind me. I pulled my red blade out of the ground, and cut the grasss in front of me. How much I did wish to drop my blade and fall back into death. I took my mask off for the first time in years, to reveal my impossibly white eyes, and ran a hand through my jet-black hair. How often people I thought I was blind, I could not say. "Who are you really?" A voice on the wind said. Putting my mask back on, I said, "I am no one, not important to anyone. I do not work for money, and I do not care what happens to me or anyone else. All my family and comrades are dead, I'm the only one left. No one cares about me, and no one ever will. I only exist to kill." "Is that so? Than why not just be killed? " I closed my eyes, and walked down the other side of the hill and towards the forest, not wanting to hear the voice anymore. I ran swiftly through the forest, hopping from tree to tree skillfully. "You can't run away, and you never will be able to." I was finally at the end of the forest, at the where it stops and turns int the sea. I stood upon one of many cliffs, and looked at the obsidian sea. Soon, I was falling back into nothing, and I felt the sweet peace I had been longing for.
 dalia salvd · Sat Apr 07, 2007 @ 09:45pm · 2 Comments |
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