Hey everyone. Sorry that the chapter is soooo short. I just wanted it this way. I do plan on making my chapters longer. Anyways, here you guys go. Please enjoy.
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Chapter One
It was only a matter of time until I finally felt like I was one with the forest. I had been waiting there, up in the trees, for hours. My feet were aching, a dull pain from the tree bark that was just hard enough to bite through my thin cloth shoes. It had hurt at first but now it was just uncomfortable.
The trees rustled around me, settling their branches like a bird's feathers. The wind pulled and tugged at my hair. It flew around me in a cooling breeze, never quite letting me heat up from the humid air trapped beneath the canopy. I could hear the creatures of the forest now, continuing on their way, working around me. As if an intruder wasn't in their midst
It was easy, after hours of calmness, for me to pick out when the other person entered the forest. I could hear his footsteps, a steady, rhythmic thump. He wasn't trying for stealth, unlike me, the whole reason I had wrapped my feet in cloth.
After days of tracking him I had mapped out his entire path. I had decided to wait up in the trees, beside a trail that he followed through this forest. I had gotten lucky that his routine contained a jog through the forest.
He was really making this easy for me. Generally my targets didn't have much of routine and when they did it usually involved other people. Then I would have to go in at night and that made it tricky too if they had a spouse.
As he came closer to me, jogging up the trail, birds took flight around me, almost startling me out of the tree. I gripped the surrounding branches to keep my balance. I shifted a little, resettling my weight on the tree branch. I hoped he wouldn't notice the pieces of bark that were raining down ahead of him.
Just a couple my steps now. My hand strayed to my hip, slowly loosening my knife. The light reflected of the liquid silver and for a second I thought that it would give away my position, like a beacon, but the man continued to jog.
Four more steps now.
Three more.
Two.
One.