This text is very different to the rest I've done. It's very dark, but has a kind of… Point to it. I hope you enjoy and leave a comment of what you're thinking.
They were all dead.
Around the old forlorn house, corpses and bloodied bodies were lying around, colouring the snow with a red shade of blood. The English commander was bound in ropes, wired to spikes, which went through his hands and feet, chaining him to the ground
A silent whisper crept out as the low metal device opened at the murders' mouth
"I told you not to kill my son, commander. All we did all our life was helping. Helping the innocent, following our own moral essence. You see, the only thing that keeps a human mortal, is the fact that he is still bound to his flesh and bone. The first step towards immortality is the release from the human flesh." The breath came out as fog in the air
"You have underestimated me, commander. Underestimating a fallen human being is stupidity. Unlike you, I don't have to follow any moral essence, or orders from a higher power. The only force that drives me forward is the thirst for vengeance. The will to revenge, and nothing else. I am already dead, not even if you kill me, will it change any thing. I'm already half ways towards immortality."
The commander looked at him with his eyes, gazed at him calm and steady "I'm not afraid of death, you freak."
A blade was swiftly cut through his neck, leaving him lifeless on the ground.
Not even the special force of soldiers was enough to put down one man, who has given up on life. One who is truly free to live as a human was intended to be – A predator. The only truly sane person in the world, who understood that living as he was supposed to from nature, left him the only true human in the world, where as the others were getting themselves life style diseases, and genetic disorders due to not living as they were intended to from nature. He was free. Both his immortal soul, and his mortal mind.