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i_love_freddieNight. A time for sleeping and for dreaming. Once the inky blackness descends, everything changes. Shadows become twisted and warped; tree branches reaching with claw-like fingers, a discarded bundle of clothes could be a person crouching in the bushes. Noises become amplified, footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. Bathed in the light of the moon and the twinkling stars high in the velvet sky, the world is mysterious and beautiful.
Close your eyes, and I will ensure they never again open.
I am the master of darkness, the stalker of shadows. I wear them as a cloak as I go on the hunt, tracking my prey while they are most vulnerable. Humans are weak in the night. I can slip into their homes undetected, to catch them while they are sleeping. My knife is sharp and I know where to strike; they never know what has hit them. Even those who are awake are easy targets. Their senses are compromised and they are easily afraid and startled. They can be tricked and manipulated, until they end up nothing more than a fly trapped helpless in the web of a spider.
Too easy.
Some attempt to hide, to disguise themselves elaborately, to surround themselves with traps or hire bodyguards. How many bodyguards will stand strong against a foe they cannot see, one who can appear invisible at will? Traps, disguises, even the most clever of hiding places will not prevent the inevitable. Nor will begging and pleading or bribery.
I am the scarred assassin, the bringer of death. I will hunt my prey to the very end of the world.
No one is a match for my blade.
Close your eyes, and I will ensure they never again open.
I am the master of darkness, the stalker of shadows. I wear them as a cloak as I go on the hunt, tracking my prey while they are most vulnerable. Humans are weak in the night. I can slip into their homes undetected, to catch them while they are sleeping. My knife is sharp and I know where to strike; they never know what has hit them. Even those who are awake are easy targets. Their senses are compromised and they are easily afraid and startled. They can be tricked and manipulated, until they end up nothing more than a fly trapped helpless in the web of a spider.
Too easy.
Some attempt to hide, to disguise themselves elaborately, to surround themselves with traps or hire bodyguards. How many bodyguards will stand strong against a foe they cannot see, one who can appear invisible at will? Traps, disguises, even the most clever of hiding places will not prevent the inevitable. Nor will begging and pleading or bribery.
I am the scarred assassin, the bringer of death. I will hunt my prey to the very end of the world.
No one is a match for my blade.
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Date: 2016-02-06 06:17 pm (UTC)Thank you for commenting, I am happy you enjoyed the piece. :)
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Date: 2016-02-06 08:35 pm (UTC)Wow! Loved the last line..good job getting the creepiness right..well done.
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Date: 2016-02-08 06:41 pm (UTC)This made me think of this song:
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Date: 2016-02-08 10:04 pm (UTC)~
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Date: 2016-02-09 12:24 am (UTC)And so clever, but it's going to be just a little harder to fall asleep tonight.
Thank you. ;-)
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