The Tenebrous storm blanketing the sky, relinquished none as a figure bounded down the mucky route.
It was a woman.
Her eyes radiated a brilliant carmine the hue of blood.
Her eloquent auburn locks stirred behind her as she persisted.
In her arms laid a bundle, which enclosed a life.
It was a young infant. She gazed down upon the frail face.
The whimpering, infant child gazed back ever so innocently with its neon, cyan eyes which cloaked sparks of crimson.
The woman spoke words the infant did not hear nor comprehend, due to the beating rain of the storm in his ears and his lack of intelligence.
They closed in on a dark, ominous castle that must have dated back to the mid 1200's.
She hastened her pace, bearing straight to the distant side of the castle away from the front entrance.
In a dark, dimly lit room, she positioned the whimpering infant upon the bed, and lulled him to sleep.
She then evacuated the room abruptly, darting in a contrasting course.
While the woman had been hiding her offspring, a man concealed in dark, dreary apparel strode composedly through the storm, tailing the mother's course.
His Opaque black locks contrasting with his pale white skin.
His collected, jet-black eyes embedded on the castle which lie just ahead.
Proceeding through the entry way he continued in the mother's current direction.
With the rim of his boot the drearily clothed man cast the entrance of the chamber and roamed into detect a radiant yet frightened woman, burying herself in the corner of the chamber, her arms wrapped around herself.
"You're quite an easy one to find, Madam Louve Adolfus."remarked the man.
Looking up at him Louve countered, "Well, have you ever thought that maybe you're just hard to hide from, Mister Dean Caulfield?"
Deans glare caused her to tremble in fright.
He looked down on her.
"It is now your time, Madam Louve Adolfus." his voice rang through the chamber.
Louve cowered in fear.
Dean's hand brought a razor edged sword out of its sheath, which laid enshrouded in his dreary attire.
The sword was swung, beheading Louve just as her final words escaped her mouth, "you will never get him.
Not when you wish to. Nor how you wish to."
Blood splattered across the chamber, coating the two bodies.
And with that Dean was gone.