As I gaze out into the pouring rain, I spot him, clear as day. Despite his cloaked figure and hidden face, I can sense his aura from my hiding place, and through his hood I can make out one bright golden eye. My eyes narrow as I watch him stroll unacknowledged through the rain, across the street. His cleverness and the dark feel he admits keeps people away, keeps them from acknowldgeing his pressence. Figures; most all humans are like that.

 

Watching him sends jolts of hatred through my body, piercing my soul and staining into it's core. I cannot explain it, but just the mere sight of him sends shivers of urgency down my spine; giving me the need to kill. But within the back of my head, I question this. It makes little sense and a part of me, my common sense, no doubt, is warning me; telling me to stay put. Scolding me that is behavior is not logical. But my mind isn't listening; my adrenaline is controlling my thoughts.

 

He pays no heed to those who pass him, but simply acts as if no one's there, his pace steady, yet somewhat gradual. The black cloak drapped around him flutters in the strong wind, becoming all the more soaked from the rain; if that's even possible. Still my eyes follow him. And without warning, he stops. He pace stills and he stands still as stone, not even flinching as the rain comes down harder than ever. The people on the street stop for a moment in puzzlement, then hurry even quicker toward their destination; it never rained this hard before.

 

The man in the cloak makes no movement as those around him hurry on, this way and that, passing him without acknowledgement. It almost seems that they can actually pass right through him, for of the many people shoving left and right, not one has come into any contact with him. I feel immensly puzzled by this and my senses are telling me that something's not right. For how can a person simply stand, unmoving, in a busy crowd and remained completely untouched? 

 

In one, swift movement, he turns and his action statles me, causing my shoulders to give off a sudden jolt, for with that one quick turn of his head, his golden eyes stare in my direction. No, directly at me...

 

I cannot tell how he knows, but somehow, he has found my exact hidding place, by not even taking a moment to search for me and I have a feeling he did not need to. In the manner his dangerous golden eyes stare toward me, I wonder if he is actually staring directly into my own eyes. Somehow, I know he is.

 

Without any mwarning, his strides suddenly turn and strolls swiftly toward me, and again, not one person bumps into him or even acknowldges him. I wonder I am the only one who can actually see him. I'm not. For as he quickly approaches me, a glint of silver metal shines and the people around the busy streets quicken their steps, fear rising inside their souls.

 

In a motion I can only barely make out, the silver object comes shooting at me, quicker than lightning can flash, and the second the glint of metal catches my eye, I roll to the side, skillfuly avoiding the object. Quick as it came, it struck the wall in the exact spot my heart was in a few seconds ago, the dagger plungdes deep into the solid concret. No ordinary dagger could be able to do that.

 

I gaze back at my attakcer, the people are now hurrying away as quickly as possible; the last thing they want is to be struck by this madman's daggers. My attacker has absolutly no look of anger or frustratiion his gloden eyes, but a hint of mischeif flashes through them. Uh-oh, looks like I've just gotten myself into yet, another fight.

 

And this one's not gonna be easy. Damn.

 

To be Continued...