Executioner

Specs of moonlight glittered in her tear filled eyes. She began to cry, streaks ran down her cheeks as she kneeled in a dank puddle of rain water before the thick man. Even now she was beautiful. With her dark brunette hair hanging loosely around her face in thick curls and her freckles shinning like diamonds on a beach. She was beautiful, no question about it. Her insistent pleading brought him back to reality.

“Please! Don’t kill me.”

“Kill you? Why would I do that?”

“You wear the mark of the executioner’s.” Her delicate hand trembled as she pointed to the intricate black markings on his face. His head nodded gently, confirming her suspicions about his employment.

“I am. But I am not here to kill you. Come with me.” Swiftly he grabbed the trembling hand and yanked her to her feet. He dragged her behind him until she ran on her own. She kept pace but barely. The beast in front of her moved quicker than a man his size should be able to move. But he ran through the alley ways with ease, his breath steady and silent. To him this was nothing more than a moonlit walk. To her though, she was fighting for every breath.  Her eyes were trained on the ground to insure she didn’t slip along the wet surface beneath her. What did he want me with, if not to take her life?