A grin crept upon my face. The purity raced through my veins. I watched as the blood rushed off my flesh, another soul gone with the wind. I set the daggar down, the one I just pulled from her heart. Life flew back into her pale face, stricken with death. Color returning, she gasped for air. One down, Ninty Nine more to go.
One Hundred to One
October 21, 2015