W-was that a man standing there? Yosh couldn't tell. Hardly anyone ever came down this path and the ones who did were always with at least one other person. This man was alone. Why?
Horoshi's permanent grin widened at the sight of another breathing, living being. He laughed to himself, knowing that that certain human thought that nobody could see him, not at a first glance anyway.
His eyes darkened and felt the blood-stained blades of broken scissors and a steel bar..
Suddenly, the streetlamps went out and Yosh was plunged into darkness.
The dark-haired man didn't much the dark, but he knew something was wrong. But he didn't know what.
Haha
Hahahaha
HAHAHA
HAHAHAHA
He drew the blades, but stopped himself before he plunged it down his next victim's throat and ripped it out again. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he jist kill him, like he did with eerybody? Afterall, he was just another human, there were too many of them in the world as it was. He stared down at the bloodied blade.
He dropped it, falling to his knees after. What the hell was wrong wth him? Why was he acting like this? What was it with this man?
Yosh stood there, rooted to the spot with fear and something else he couldn't quite figure out. Pulling his sythe closer to him, his eyes drifted down to the man on the floor.
He was completely drenched in blood, dry or not. His short, messy hair, fringing his eyes, blocking them from the world. From him. Yosh drew his free hand to his mouth.
His face was even paler than before, as reality hit him. Did someone just try to kill him?
Well that answer was obvious - yes.
Breathing growing ever heavier, the fearful man took a very shaky step back. His eyes were finally adjusting to the black void which some people called the sky. From what Yosh knew, the stars were meant to have ended their game of hide and seek and rest for a while - but they weren't. He searched the sky for a moon, then quickly gathered that it was playing too.