My orders are that I have to wait until I know he is dead before I can leave. So I watch as theblood pools around his body. But as I said: it’s not the blood that bothers me when I cut a throat. It’s the noise.
Jillian is glancing at the setting sun, the red washed air is hanging lightly around her.
"Stay out here too long and you'll catch your death." A tall man, comes and sits next to her.
"Oh Jim! You scared me." She sighes and her hands fall gently to her lap like small butterflies. She returns her gaze to the sky. "It's so beautiful."
He follows her gaze with his eyes, "The sun?"
"Well, yes but more than that. It's all just so beautiful."
He leans over and kisses her gently on the cheek. He stares at her, and he marvels at how he could have been so lucky, "Yes," He whispers "it is."
Ben threw himself at Chloe, arms up with feral claws and teeth extended. In a flash her arms were raised in self defense, his stick still in her hands.
The sound she then heard was like a finger swirling water, a gentle swoosh that sounded so peaceful. She watched in horror as Ben’s legs were slowly separated from his body by the terrible black stick, his eyes widening in painless shock.
There was no blood, but of course there wouldn’t be.
“No,” was the only whisper that escaped from her ice cold lips.
