ss for short [2 - 10-8-2020] - last laugh

the shadows have been welcoming. I embraced them.

"it's not the first time we've done this. you knew this right" I muttered to myself.

it's not the first time, and it won't be the last.

I need to see it through. I needed to get things DONE.

I listened to the sound of the fat motherfucker gurgling his one last dinner.

I smiled. "three. two. one. time to go!"

and the shouts begun. sprinting forward, right in front of the face of a more bewildered than honest guard I've known to love.

and hate.

he just had to make this difficult.

he's one of the good ones, and I'd hate to see him suffer.

but I won't hesitate if I have to.

"one of the servants is trying to escape!" he managed to get in, before trying to take in exactly who that was.

and then he saw my face.

unconsciously he smiled. so I smiled back - as pushed him away. strongly. a faint sound of a *crack* from his hip told me enough.

his greater mass didn't help his fall, the rule I've known to love.

I couldn't help but laugh. the sounds of laughter echoed throughout the mansion, as if silencing the angry yells and bewildered cries. and off in the distance I swore I heard the fainter sounds of what appears to be vivid sadness, set in a lake of confusion.

I laughed louder.

the thrill set and the adrenaline kicked IN and I felt AMAZING. a plan well set, like a drug I couldn't get rid off.

the streets were packed with goods and merchandise and people and one last unknown moving through them like a river, as if traveling unhindered in a sea of stone. jumping on top of rooftops and falling down like the last blaze of the setting sun as it slowly gave away to an all encompassing darkness.

I did not stop. I sprung forwards and drew short and long sprays of liquid blood, blood that could only serve to feed my momentum. donated from the fools who thought they could stand in my way.

the fools would learn. you cannot stop a force of nature,

and I won't give in until I finally have had my one last laugh.