Post by zekeen on Mar 3, 2007 12:47:15 GMT -5
As told by a rich member of the aristocracy.
As I walk down the street one day, after successfuly running out a rival business, I realize I have made enemies once again. They tell me I should stop and count my blessings, but have never been good at such things. They tell me about a darker underworld that would claim my life, but I never beleived such things. They tell me my end is near, but I ignore it all. But on that day as I walk down the street, a voice leered from an alleyway and spoke in a blood curling voice, "An assassin is always watching you". Terrified I turn and see nothing, I hurry back to my home and lock every door and window. For days and nights on end, I am terrified for the first time in my life. I swear I can feel his bloodthristy eyes peering onto my back, making the hairs rise in place. But why does he not strike, does he have pleasure in watching me suffer? One night I walk down the street, later than usual, no light but the stars to guide my path. I hear footsteps behind, getting closer. I dodge into an alley hoping to avoid my stalker, and as I walk through I turn and catch a glimpse of him! Standing tall and straight, confidently letting me see him. He does not secretly stalk and as curious as it is, I can only become more fearful. Draped in a massive black cloak, he has his cloak outstretched, with a glowing red light barely illuminating him. I smell the stench of brimstone and cannot help but feel he is from the legions of Hell! I run and I run, until I reach my home, barricade the door and every window I have. I turn and see I must have forgotten a window, and as I turn and walk down my hallway to close and barricade it, I notice a dresser on it's side in the room. I had aready barricaded it! I turn too late and am kocked onto my back by a cloaked figure. The scent of death in the air, I look up horrified to his evil metal mask from beneath the hood. He is no figure of man to me anymore, the devil himself has sent a messenger of death to my own doorsteps! I cannot even see his eyes beyond that evil mask, and I watch him as his pulls out his dagger, preparing to finish his mission. I tremble in fright, I cannot ask him to spare me, but it would have done no good if I even could. He leans back and raises his dagger, my death is near and I brace myself! I hear a terrible sound, "Crack", and see blood racing beneath my feet. I must be dead, I must have lost at the game at life, all I have done means nothing now. But then.... I open my eyes.... there is no assassin there. I still smelt the stench of blood and felt its cold pool against my legs and immediatly stand up and check myself. I cannot feel or see any injury, but looking down I see the draped corpse of my attack. His black robes now crimson red. As I marvel at this bizaar occurance, I look to the other window ahead, lifted open with the curtains flowing in the wind. I look harder and see a figure standing on the roof of my neighbor. Cloaked in nightshadows, he peered from beneath a cold metal visor, his right hand pouring out smoke lit from a strange red light. As I look deeper at this figure, I notice under that cold mask, his bloodthristy eyes seem to have lost it's thirst, as if he has caused his death for the day. As I look in disbeleif, the figure speaks to be in his terrifying voice, "An assassin is always watching you".
Anyone want to guess what this means?
As I walk down the street one day, after successfuly running out a rival business, I realize I have made enemies once again. They tell me I should stop and count my blessings, but have never been good at such things. They tell me about a darker underworld that would claim my life, but I never beleived such things. They tell me my end is near, but I ignore it all. But on that day as I walk down the street, a voice leered from an alleyway and spoke in a blood curling voice, "An assassin is always watching you". Terrified I turn and see nothing, I hurry back to my home and lock every door and window. For days and nights on end, I am terrified for the first time in my life. I swear I can feel his bloodthristy eyes peering onto my back, making the hairs rise in place. But why does he not strike, does he have pleasure in watching me suffer? One night I walk down the street, later than usual, no light but the stars to guide my path. I hear footsteps behind, getting closer. I dodge into an alley hoping to avoid my stalker, and as I walk through I turn and catch a glimpse of him! Standing tall and straight, confidently letting me see him. He does not secretly stalk and as curious as it is, I can only become more fearful. Draped in a massive black cloak, he has his cloak outstretched, with a glowing red light barely illuminating him. I smell the stench of brimstone and cannot help but feel he is from the legions of Hell! I run and I run, until I reach my home, barricade the door and every window I have. I turn and see I must have forgotten a window, and as I turn and walk down my hallway to close and barricade it, I notice a dresser on it's side in the room. I had aready barricaded it! I turn too late and am kocked onto my back by a cloaked figure. The scent of death in the air, I look up horrified to his evil metal mask from beneath the hood. He is no figure of man to me anymore, the devil himself has sent a messenger of death to my own doorsteps! I cannot even see his eyes beyond that evil mask, and I watch him as his pulls out his dagger, preparing to finish his mission. I tremble in fright, I cannot ask him to spare me, but it would have done no good if I even could. He leans back and raises his dagger, my death is near and I brace myself! I hear a terrible sound, "Crack", and see blood racing beneath my feet. I must be dead, I must have lost at the game at life, all I have done means nothing now. But then.... I open my eyes.... there is no assassin there. I still smelt the stench of blood and felt its cold pool against my legs and immediatly stand up and check myself. I cannot feel or see any injury, but looking down I see the draped corpse of my attack. His black robes now crimson red. As I marvel at this bizaar occurance, I look to the other window ahead, lifted open with the curtains flowing in the wind. I look harder and see a figure standing on the roof of my neighbor. Cloaked in nightshadows, he peered from beneath a cold metal visor, his right hand pouring out smoke lit from a strange red light. As I look deeper at this figure, I notice under that cold mask, his bloodthristy eyes seem to have lost it's thirst, as if he has caused his death for the day. As I look in disbeleif, the figure speaks to be in his terrifying voice, "An assassin is always watching you".
Anyone want to guess what this means?