RIVER
She plunges the dagger into his chest, still running. She pulls it out again without missing a step. Only when she sees the blood does she stop. The man falls to his knees and it torrents out of him like a mighty red river. Her eyes fill with fear; she's on the verge of tears. Why shouldn't she be? After all, she'd never killed before. She stood there, watching him sputter his last breath, staring into his cold, dead eyes. Finally, she takes a deep breath, stares intently ahead and walks on. The deed was done. He was dead.