Literature
Flesh part 1
Part 1.
We're alone. Me and him. Him and me. I'm in the shadows, lurking. He doesn't suspect a thing. The fool. Lucky for him, it'll be quick and painless.
I creep from the darkness with the practiced grace of a panther. I make no noise whatsoever. Silently, I raise the black jewel-encrusted dagger I inherited from my unknown family. When I'm a step away, I cover his mouth with my hand and swiftly but neatly slit his throat. He falls limp a moment later. Not skipping a beat, I place him against the alley wall for a passer-by or a garbage man to discover and evacuate the scene and escape to the rooftops.
I'm sure he'd been warned not to ta