The Warrior
A drabble
Part 3 of Aspects
By The Nut
31 Oct 2003

They were the enemy.

He watched them from his hidden place, watched them as they went about their daily business.

Watched them live.

As he knew he would have to watch them die.

He would come in the night, death in his wake, a wave of hostility that they would not see coming.

But know the result.

The horror.

The grief.

The pain.

All orchestrated by him.

They bustled about. Children yelling. Parents laughing.

They were the enemy.

And they would die.

It was his job, and he would do it.

And leave payment to his soul.

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FIN.