He did, and they wouldn't get away this time. Their movements were graceful and balanced, almost skipping across rooftops, looking back playfully to see if their pursuer followed. Always getting teasingly close before slipping through his grasp. Trying so hard to capture that shadowy figure. And now he spent his life running, chasing, hunting. Never in his life had to chase someone, no one could escape his grasp. Everyone knew him as the shadow, that flicker in the corner of your eye before the sound of a fracturing skull or splintering neck.
Feared by many for his incredible speed and impossibly strong grasp.
And that didn't matter - he was a killer. Or at least not one the he could remember. But, really it's up to interpretation I think.ġ73 didn't have a name. If 173 is human or not it's up to debate but I kept picturing him as being so.
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