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There was hardly any light in the streets, for two reasons. First the moon didn't shine and second the houses were so tall their shadows covered the whole street.
It rained and everything was full of mud.
No one was on the street.
No one expect two person.
The first had rich and colorful clothes. They were all wet but they did their job to inform everyone that he had a high rank. He was the supreme judge and he was on his way home. It was a hard day and he had no energy left to do much. Read a book or write a letter. That were his plans, if he wouldn't get interrupted by someone.
Someone is our person number two.
The judge didn't know but he changed his life fundamental.
So fundamental our person number two wanted revenge.
Bloody revenge.
He pulled his hood down into his face. No one shall hear him, no one shall see him.
He didn't touch the steel but he somehow feeled the surface of the cold wet knife. It was so sharp, he had to watch out or it would cut right trough his sleeve. The knife was old but not rusty.
He waited for so long. So long he almost couldn't hold himself back.
Silently he moved closer to the judge, who started to walk faster.
“Damn that rain. It lasts for 2 days from now.”
The man synchronized his steps with the noise of the judges footsteps.
He checked out the location. Not that he had not done that before. He got every detail in mind.
Observe and prepare.
He got 3 different endings for this. 6 ways to flee and 7 different ways to escape if he got caught.
Plan every aspect.
The perfect way to kill him, would be cutting trough his throat. He would have no chance of shouting then. The man pulled out the knife. He moved it closer to the judges throat.
Did he hear him?
Be stealthy. Strike from the shadows.
He stopped for a second.
Just in the moment he was about to strike, the judge turned around.
“What are yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh...”
The knife drilled into the judges shoulder.
The man had failed.
He twisted the knife 90° so the judge couldn't take it out without doing more damage.
“Guards! Someone help me!”
The wound was not deadly.
The man walked into the shadows of a small alley.
There was a small gully hole. Just about the size to fit a slender man.
His clothes were all wet as he climbed down the ladder.
He didn't think.
Just get out of the town. That's everything what matters now.
It rained and everything was full of mud.
No one was on the street.
No one expect two person.
The first had rich and colorful clothes. They were all wet but they did their job to inform everyone that he had a high rank. He was the supreme judge and he was on his way home. It was a hard day and he had no energy left to do much. Read a book or write a letter. That were his plans, if he wouldn't get interrupted by someone.
Someone is our person number two.
The judge didn't know but he changed his life fundamental.
So fundamental our person number two wanted revenge.
Bloody revenge.
He pulled his hood down into his face. No one shall hear him, no one shall see him.
He didn't touch the steel but he somehow feeled the surface of the cold wet knife. It was so sharp, he had to watch out or it would cut right trough his sleeve. The knife was old but not rusty.
He waited for so long. So long he almost couldn't hold himself back.
Silently he moved closer to the judge, who started to walk faster.
“Damn that rain. It lasts for 2 days from now.”
The man synchronized his steps with the noise of the judges footsteps.
He checked out the location. Not that he had not done that before. He got every detail in mind.
Observe and prepare.
He got 3 different endings for this. 6 ways to flee and 7 different ways to escape if he got caught.
Plan every aspect.
The perfect way to kill him, would be cutting trough his throat. He would have no chance of shouting then. The man pulled out the knife. He moved it closer to the judges throat.
Did he hear him?
Be stealthy. Strike from the shadows.
He stopped for a second.
Just in the moment he was about to strike, the judge turned around.
“What are yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh...”
The knife drilled into the judges shoulder.
The man had failed.
He twisted the knife 90° so the judge couldn't take it out without doing more damage.
“Guards! Someone help me!”
The wound was not deadly.
The man walked into the shadows of a small alley.
There was a small gully hole. Just about the size to fit a slender man.
His clothes were all wet as he climbed down the ladder.
He didn't think.
Just get out of the town. That's everything what matters now.
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