Sending a Message...

[kodoz]

The person had decided to forego their usual disguise. After all, the guards were looking for someone wearing a shroud and cloak, not someone in normal clothes. Walking past the alert guards was no challenge for the killer and a smile was worn on the murderers face. A few false smiles and happy greetings were all it took to get anywhere in this city he wanted. Trinsic was easy, despite its 'Guardians'. The killer mused about having more trouble in Buccaneer's Den because everyone there was always on their toes, paranoid. But there were plenty bodies left by the murderer in Buc's Den to prove even that was not a problem. It had been more of a practice there...After tricking that fool Praetorian into chasing him, and that pathetic woman's creatures into doing the killer's work for them. The killer didn't want the Praetorian dead, not yet...When the killer went after that one, it would be a much more fitting end for one like him.

The woman, Arakoth, had been a problem. The killer had been sloppy in silencing someone, and an unexpected blow had dislodged his hood, and the woman had seen the killer's face. She had immediately left for Trinsic, but the killer was close behind. The killer grinned at the thought of how much fun he had had watching her die. It had been an exhilirating experience.

Unfortunately, though the Guardians and the town guard arrived too late for the woman, they found several things the killer hadn't wanted found out at this point. The killer had had to flee and left behind things, but the killer retrieved the most important items. As the killer walked through town they came to a deserted area and there was a running messenger there.

In a kind voice, calling out to the man “Can you deliver a message for me?”

“Why, yes, Certainly. What message do you want to send?”

“Well, you are going to send it quite clearly. You don’t need to write a thing down.”

With an incredibly swift movement, the killer grabbed the messenger by the throat and snapped his neck. The messenger crumpled to the ground and was then dragged to the South Gate of Trinsic. The killer set to work and slit the dead mans throat, and wrote a message on his white shirt in his own blood.

In ragged letters it read

You won‘t catch me, Guardians. My mission will be completed.

With that the killer left and smiled about a job well done.

[kodoz]

*bump*

[Calli]

WHAT A MESSAGE! *GULP*

Calli