A short little extract I wrote on "YOU KNOW WHO'S" death. It's not particularly long, but was never meant to be. Wrote it inbetweenst two essays that I was writing, and it made me a little calmer to know that things could be a lot worse!
Betrayal is an age old testament that goes in hand with high power. One must always be alert to its presence, yet one rarely acknowledges it for the power it may hold over life and death.
He sits in his chair, clasping his hands in writhing agony, his lips contorting as he utters his last words. His heart, once stone, now trembles as the thick liquid gushes through places it has never done so before at such a velocity.
The shadow waits for its imminent death, it looks almost pleased at its glorious, unnoticed annihilation. It knows the murder will be spread throughout the place like a bushfire, destroying souls like the fire wipes out the withered grass.
The victim too, oddly, looks pleased. Has his death done him justice? For is it not that secretly we dream of our name being handed down in history? One wishes not to be associated with the androgynous masses, and this near carcass shall thrive in legend and history, and he knows it.
Blood to the tongue. He knows he is nearer death with each passing minute, and does nothing to rectify the error that has been made against him. His face as it always was, is unreadable, placid. It has the stillness of a pond with the deepness of the raging sea. People have marvelled at his cool intellect, sharp tongue and never changing facial expression. His dying state does his once thriving self justice. As always he is cool and calm on the surface, with an inferno of emotions boiling underneath. It is only his hands that show any sign of physical pain, even he cannot help this natural jerky reaction.
Black draws nearer to him and the iron taste upon his palate shall be removed. It is ironic that his is a palate that has tasted the finest of the galaxy, and yet he finds this iron liquid to be by far the most comforting in his hour of death.
A smirk is left on his face as he goes, he knows something the galaxy does not, he only hopes it goes to plan without him to see it through.