Xeranad: First OpponentMature

"Hello there. You obviously aren't from around here, are you?" A voice spoke, directed at me, in an almost mocking tone.

I turned and saw a man with muscular arms covered in tattoos. He had an ill kept appearance, looking almost like some wild animal with his facial hair rather than a human being. He had a nasty smile on his face, and his eyes glinted with a sick bloodlust.

"And what if I am?" I responded in my baritone voice, making it perfectly clear that he had just gotten my attention and that his presence annoyed me.

The man grew long claws from his fingers, as sharp and as strong as a steel blade, by the look of it. "I figure no one is gonna miss ya, pal. So I'm gonna kill ya and loot your corpse. Maybe even get some pleasure out of it..." He licked his lips as he said that... a sign that he was a complete amateur. Only a third rate killer licks his lips before the kill. That was a mistake that would cost him dearly.

"Come and try," was my answer. I can tell he didn't like that response. Good. Anger is a weapon, but only to one's opponent. I can see the rage build up inside him. He thinks he will kill me... I know better.

He lunges at me with his claws...

And in the next second, I am choking him by the neck, and he is missing both of his arms. His eyes are filled with fear now. His breathing has become ragged and sharp. His blood sprays from the wounds on both sides of his body. I doubt he will live long if he doesn't receive medical attention.

Of course, I have no intention of giving it to him.

The man spoke. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?! HOW DID YOU DO THAT?!" He was obviously referring to how I managed to slice off both his arms without him even seeing the strike, but I don't think he deserves to know.

"You'll bleed to death in a few minutes anyway," I answer. "So what difference does it make to tell you how I cut off your arms? Perhaps if you had been paying attention, you'd know." I call forth my shadows once more. Three Wraiths, beings that reflect my inner pain, came forward, and I handed the idiot over to them. "Do what you wish with him, just make sure you don't leave a trace of his existence."

The Wraiths looked at each other, and then at a nearby brick wall. One of them dragged the unfortunate victim by the hair over to the wall, and the other two began to tear apart the wall, brick by brick. Leaving a sizeable hole, the one carrying the unworthy adversary shoved him in, and slashed his kneecaps to make sure he didn't try to run, causing him to scream in pain. The other two then began to build the wall back up again, and when the last one was put into place, they pulled a nearby dumpster over the spot and left... yet the victim continued to scream, deep in the darkness of his tomb.

I began to sing. "Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky... When the blazing sun is gone, when the nothing shines upon... then you show your little light, twinkle, twinkle, all the night... then the traveler in the dark, thanks you for your little spark... he could not see which way to go, if you did not twinkle so..."

I sing the song in the dead of night... softly and dissonant in the shadows... letting all who can hear the simple truth of the song: without a single star out in the sky, the darkness consumes all... and I am that darkness.

The End

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