“That would take the fun out of killing you,” said Gene, as he raised his blade high. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint the townsfolk now would I.”
Deep inside the fortress where the guards stood ready, a scream was heard, one that shook the whole fortress. Then silence, utter silence, all that could be heard was the rapid beating hearts of the guards waiting for the arrival of the killer.
When death had not come, the guards rushed to their lords chamber only to find him dead, his throat cut along with multiple gashes along his blood stained chest. The killer missing, left nothing the carving of a crescent moon in Xavier’s forehead.
Back outside the fortress, a lone figure cleaned a blood soaked sword as it walked back to the village down the hill.