Slipping into the shadows on the rainy dark night, I hunted
the man who was my contract. Softly, my black leather boots padded the ground,
the quietest thing in the world. The chirping insects made more noise than I.
I was after a man by the name of Mordrid. No last name. Must be an alias, I
reasoned with myself.
My contract wasn’t rich by any honest means and had made more
than a few enemies in his past. Crimes he was guilty of, but not limited to
were rape, assault, battery, forgery, theft, murder and child molestation.
With a record like that, you’re bound to have enemies,” I thought as I grabbed vines on the side of the mansion and climbed as silently as any cat.
I could smell the trail of fear he left behind. My lust grew
as I drew closer to his home. I could see the poor fool’s light on in the upper
most bed room.
He knows someone has it out for him, I thought to myself. I can’t wait to plunge my dagger into the
poor sod’s ribs and puncture his heart.
The lust grew in me, soaking my loins so that I could almost smell them. If I’m not careful, someone might smell me, I
smiled wryly to myself.
I crept up to his fancy house on the highest hill in this
poor excuse for a city.
My heart pumped with the thrill of the hunt. My enchanted dagger
was hungry, too. I could feel its soul throbbing with the desire for warm
blood. A sensation in my lower belly grew as I came closer to Mordred’s window.
I peered into the window and saw him sitting in a chair in
the corner with a kitchen knife in hand.
Oh ho, I’m definitely expected, I laughed silently to myself as I
maneuvered myself to the roof. I wanted to take the bastard by surprise and
come in through the open window right behind his head.
Effortlessly and quietly, I rolled across the rood and to the
opposite window by Mordrid’s head. I poked my head through, and before he knew
I was there, I said, “Boo!”
Mordrid jumped and fumbled with his pathetic kitchen knife.
“Did you truly expect to scare me off with that dull thing?”I
taunted him.
I picked his knife off the floor and chucked it out the
window. “Oops.”
“Please just leave me be!” Mordrid pleaded “I’m sorry! I won’t
hurt anyone ever again!”
“Try telling that to the women haunted by nightmares of your
cock in them for the rest of their lives,” I finally cornered the squirming
rat, and slid my blade, Shadow’s Wrath, from my belt. “Say good-bye to your cock.”
Throwing smaller daggers into Mordid’s arms and feet, I
pinned him to the ground and undid his pants. I grabbed his manhood and sliced
with Shadow’s Wrath into the flesh. Once cut free, I threw it into the fire to
watch it burn.
Mordrid’s screams were beginning to annoy me, so I slit his
throat.
Cleaning my blade of his blood, I slipped back out the window
and into the night.
