I'm Game

[lordvetinari]

The sun was not out yet, and the pale light of the moon softly embraced the small,unimportant world beneath, that is to say that it was like any other or just odd. If one took a closer inspection at this very ordinary planet, you would probably see dark smudges on it like dirt on a tablecloth. If I were God, I would clean it off, but of course there were higher purposes than cleaning tablecloths. And if you looked even closer, you would see that these odd smudges were actually cities filled with thinking people, if that is what you call them, though I would say they should be wiped off too. Humans are ,well, terribly stupid at times and are at best too stupid to be smart and too smart to be stupid. Anyways, in one of these cities was a neighborhood. This would hardly be any surprise since obviously there has to be neighborhoods, but in this neighborhood there was something odd. In the shadows on one of the rooftops, there was a man dressed in black. It appeared as if he was waiting for someone or something, and on cue there was a sound of a horse trotting. He immediately perked up and leaned forward to get a better view. In the street he could see a butcher in a white apron dismount from a cart drawn by his horses and go inside a butcher's stall. Immediately, there was a tapping on the man on the roof's back. The man sprang up, ready to fight. "Oh it's you, Bernon,"said the man in black with obvious relief that said I almost got caught, I knew I should've drunk more coffee."Yes, yes it's me. All is going according to plan, the master says that all you have to do is wait..like the rest,"said the other man."Good,good. I guess you should get back to your post," said the man in black nervously."What? Won't even look at me, will you?"said Bernon as he pulled the man in black to look at him. As the man in black looked, he almost vomited. It was for good reason,Bernon's face was like death incarnate. He had a blotchy face with uncountable warts upon it. And upon his face ran to angry,fetid scars that criss-crossed. The man in black quickly glanced away,"Alright, I looked. Just... please go?"Bernon quickly vanished like smoke in the wind, leaving the man clad in black alone."I'm an assassin. I can't believe I have to take this,"muttered the man in black."Neither can I,"said a voice as a long,dagger appeared at his throat."What am I doing wrong, Bernon?"said the man in black,in irritated tones."Bernon?Oh him?"said the voice behind him. As the realization that this was not one of his friends came upon him, he was killed,as to say mortally wounded. "How did I not find you?"asked the man in black."Oh,well, that was easy. I am the butcher so to speak. People look for the people those who are suspicious, and I was not so you just forgot about me,"said the man in jovial tones, not unlike one has just been invited to a party.Then the man asked,"Who sent you?"The man behind him answered,keeping with the tradition of assassins answering questions to people when they just murdered them(its a very old one),"The people." "Who are you?" said the man as his life's breath was leaving him.After a time the man said,"Your nightmare."With that, he disappeared just as fast as he had come. "Oh, dear,"whispered the man in black, as he fell to the ground.