There was a lot of space between the buildings, but Bernard could make the leap with a running head start. From building to building he leapt, each time it brought him closer and closer to the gymnasium, and his prey. Occasionally he had to stop and wait as men with lanterns and torches walked between buildings, but he was patient, and not getting caught was more important than getting to the target quickly.
Felix had not joined him on the roof, but that hardly surprised Bernard. Felix was never one for too much physical exertion. It always amazed Bernard that Felix remained as thin as he was, and never managed to get caught, or hurt, despite choosing the easy way out of every situation. Of course, Felix never chose the easy path for Bernard. He encouraged Bernard to kill when running or stealth was the wiser choice. His friend had a decidedly psychotic streak that often caused Bernard to shake his head in wonder. Continue reading
Something in the man's eyes scared Felicia. She had been used by some of the worst scum in Evan's domain, but they were nothing compared to this one. His eyes were empty, devoid of humanity, or mercy. She truly feared for her life for the first time since she became a slave.
Each step he took was deliberate and brought him closer to her. He passed his long knife, back and forth, before his eyes before it disappeared. Was he a magician? An entertainer hired by Evan? The word in the slave quarters was that he was some sort of specialist from up north. From a distance, he appeared quite handsome, but he made Felicia shiver when he was so close. Continue reading
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The cheers of the assembled thugs did nothing for Bernard. He did his job because it was what he was paid to do. His contempt for the other member of the syndicate was well known by the very men who applauded him. He supposed it was some attempt to get in good with him, but he knew the truth. They feared him.
"Congratulations, Bernard," said Evan Jones, the leader of the syndicate's southern operations. "Another enemy of the syndicate brought low by your hand, and before the deadline at that." A round of cheers erupted as a pair of midgets dressed as clowns leapt into the light of the hall. They kicked the head of Caesar Jimenez back and forth between them.