Each step, silent. Silent like a snake slithering through the grass. His breath, seemed gentle even as his heart raced. The thrill of his work excited him. The planning, the stalking, the careful details and the final action.
Each with its own feeling, its own rush. He followed and smiled a smile of delight as she turned into the familiar path which she took every night after work. Every night, the same walk home. The torchlight's shine was diminished by the sheer darkness of his armour, or his second skin as he'd call it. His pace sped up, moving himself from the light. His finger tips danced on the grip of his weapon, which sat at his side in it's small, leather holster.
The small, steel dagger reaked of blood and death, just the way he liked it. He matched her steps exactly, stalking her like a prey. He spent days watching, observing, remembering each and every detail of her days. He craved this, the knowledge of her each and every move.
The act was approaching, she stood in front of her back door, which she took to get inside most every morndas, not to wake her husband who did nothing but drown his sorrows in mead. But now it's time. It's time to complete his plan. Her roughly abused iron key, scraped into the key hole.
The turn, the approach. His hand slipped over her mouth as his other pulled his weapon from his side. Her muffled screams pounded against his hand but none escaped, none alerted, none fulfilled their need. His lips moved close to her shaking head and he spoke the last thing she would hear. "Give my regards to Sithis."
