The city of London: splendid night
It was nearly 12 in the night. The light was obliterated by rapidly falling night. The once soft pink sky transformed into a vast expanse of ebony that engulfed the town. A canopy of luminous stars materialized in the ocean of blackness. The neighing of horses and the distinctive whine of the wheels turning penetrated the damp night air.
I rapidly stopped. The sense, the smell, the sound. I warily closed my eyelids. I felt how the gentle wind stroke my cheeks, it felt like tiny butterflies were trying to tickle me. I smirked to myself, when I heard the formidable sound of Big Ben's bells, which ricocheted through the sleepy City of London. I was 12o'clock sharp. When I opened my eyes, I squirmed in pain as the bright lights from the gas-light poles dug deeper into my eyes. Without hesitating I hid from the deadly rays of poles, to prevent anymore damage for my poor eyes. When the danger passed, I gingerly opened my eyes. Th first what I saw were the buildings. The same-styled buildings that flooded most of the London, including Whitechapel, made me sick from the first sight. The red-brick structure with immense gothic-framed windows never sunk into my soul. The only representative that I respected was Benny. Big Ben. The beautiful geometric ornaments that shooted up towards the clock itself stole my heart. The clock's narrow hands used to race each other up and down in the circumference of the perfect circle. The sight of the twin hands made me think of my twin brother. Jackob. The disgusting feeling that flooded my soul was unbearable. My sinister depression was back, that was hobbling my internals up. The agonizing pain that burned my temples, made me scream in pain. How I missed him, we were so close once...
Drop. Suddenly, I felt something on my nose. Drop. Drop. "oh, splendid..."- I thought whilst putting on my ebony hood over my ginger hair. In the city, the rain developed only foul stale smells, and was a sickly, lukewarm, wretched addition to the gutters. But it was an ordinary phenomenon in London. I used like it, until understood that it felt as if acid was mercilessly burning my gentle skin, despite the fact clothes covered most of my body. However, not taking into the account ALL discomforts that the rain caused, it provided with an opportunity to blend with the surrounding. A true master of stealth, as me, can blend into any environment. If I remain still, the templars will have no idea I'm about to strike. I brought all my thoughts together and suppressed my depression. Focused, I sighed with relieve. Hidden blade on ready, I used my rope launcher, allowing me to scale nearby building quickly, jumping gracefully on the roof. "It is time to deploy the diversion" - I murmured, whilst approaching the next building.