The greastest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world that he didn't exist. And just like that....
...he's gone.
This was it. Where it all ended. Where it all began. My old home. My training had all lead up to this moment.
I blinked from rooftop to rooftop, running as fast as I could, with one goal in mind. The wind howled through the stormy night, and it was pitch black. You could barely see anything at all.
Perfect.
The outsider was most definitely watching me, wondering to himself what I would do tonight. Would I cut a bloody swave through the estate, sealing my vengeance, or would I show mercy, and let go of the thirst of revenge? It was all up to me, and that was the scariest thought of all. All choices effect someone, somewhere, I know that now.
I would effect their lives heavily, but history would forget my name.
As I creeped along the rooftops, I saw him. Leaning on the balcony railing, in the rain. I could see into his feelings. He felt regret and sorrow, but because of what? I looked at the burnt part of my left glove, revealing his mark. I thought of why I was here.
I get to decide their fates.
I sat there and let that sink in for a moment.