Shadow Man by Amber White (new reading .TXT) 📕

As I wondered the streets of the city that night looking for the next one, I smiled and laughed at the people walking up and down the streets. The people talking and worrying about dinner, their family, work, meaningless things to me. They never worry about the things they should worry about, they should worry about me. As I wonder the streets I watch them. I pause in a window of a restaurant, one of those fancy ones, and I spy a couple. I turn and watch as the man says something and woman laughs at what he said. They seem happy, but I, I know better. They are lying just like everyone else does. They all deserve what’s coming to them, I turn from the window laughing at the foolishness of the people. I see my target ahead and go over to him and watch. He is walking with his head down, hood up, hands in his pockets. He is muttering to himself, obviously trying to decide something in his mind. He is holding something underneath his sweater than he seems to be gripping as if his life depended on it. He is sweaty and nervous looking, as he should be. I follow him down the street. He reaches his stop at the corner and turns towards the apartment building ahead. He steps inside the building, and pulls out the package from underneath his sweater. The flowers were bright and colorful, he looked at them like they were his last hope. He walked up the stairs and I followed silently behind him, the man having no idea what was behind him. I smiled as I watched the man open the door, he walked inside silently putting his keys on the table and taking his jacket off. He looked around confused and went on a search for the person he meant the flowers for, he walked into the bedroom and smelt a scent unfamiliar to him. I watched as the man discovered what the scent was, for there his lovely bride was lying in a pool of her own blood dying. The man lie crying over her, I simply smiled, the bride stared me in the eyes because she knew that I was there for her. I came to take her with me, and she did, she followed me as the man lay over her body crying and flowers he brought lay in her blood.

Publication Date: 10-03-2014

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