Silently, we both continue to stare, searcjing within one another's eyes, peering into each other's souls. He makes no attempt to move, nor does his face show any emotion, but I can still see the mischevious look within that bright golden eye. My own face, shows no emotion at all, and I make a constant effort to show little emotion in my eyes as well. Afterall, the eyes are the window to the soul...

 

Slowly, a small smile creeps over his face, as the one golden eye continues to stare deep within my own. Quick as a flash, he suddenly withdraws another sharp dagger from within gis cloak and sends it flying toward me. But he's gonna need to do better than that! Immideatly, my reflexes kick in and my hands swiftly draws the first dagger out of the wall. The second it's free, I abrutly roll to the side and send the dagger in hand soaring at him, quick as  lightning.

 

His second dagger once agains plundges deep within the concret wall, leaving cracks creeping out from where the dagger made contact. Moments after I'd sent the other back toward him, he dived out the way, leaving the sharp object to embbed itself deeply into the cement ground. A pleased smile spreads across his face as he watches me. Looks like he's been waiting for a good fight.

 

By now, the people walking through the streets have begun to flee, quick as they can, despartly trying to leave the scene in fear of being struck by a another flying dagger. As soon as the first one was let loose, they were struck by fear and a need to flee. After the second, (and third, counting the one I threw back at him) full panick had set in and now they ran, scattering like mice to get away.

 

I, myself payed these mortals no heed, for if they really want to live, I encourage them to flee as quickly as possible. But as I watch my attacker, I begin to see that he may think otherwise. His golden eye and unfocused on me and was now watching intently as the people scrambled all around to escape, while still completely avoiding the space that separated my enemy and I.

Silently, he watched them, a deep hunger lying hidden within his eyes, following every step they took. I alone noticed this hunger and watched as he listened to each and every step taken, each and every breath they took. Listened to the to each beat of their hearts. The golden eye looked back toward me for a moment, before giving me a dark look.

 

Seconds later, he lashed out at the nearest person to him, a tall blonde no older than nine-teen, whipping out yet another sharp dagger and plundged deep within her chest, surely peircing her heart. Moments before her death, she let out a bloodcurdling scream that I'm sure the people from miles away could her; her last breath before she fell to the claws of death.

 

Everyone suddenly bolted away, fearing for their own lives as they fled in all directions. Seeing this, I feel a deep hatred grow within me, rage filling me as I watch them scamper away, not giving any heed at all to those in danger. How, I wonder. How can they just leave their own people to be brutally  slaughtered, caring for their own life alone? As much as I pity them, deep inside me, I despise them.

 

Quickly everyone leaves, all except for one man, appearing no older than the girl killed moments ago, standing in shock before the the golden eyed one and his victim. A deep look of horror ecthed into his face as he watches the blood drain from his companion. Slowly, the golden eyed stranger looks up, focusing his gold eye on the man before him.

 

Rage sweeps over me as I realize he plans to kill this one too and I suddenly feel a need to stop the kill, for this man alone cared more for another than his won life. And he proved this by staying by his friend's side, watching in horror and regret, rather than fleeing for his own life. One of the few mortals who deserve saving.

 

Again, my reflexes kick in and my hand dives inside my cloak, grasping hold of a sharp dagger hidden within my person, and before I knew it, the dagger left my hand and shot toward its target.

 

Quick as it left my hand, it embeded itself deep into the shoulder of the golden-eyed stranger, startling him out of his thoughts to kill the other mortal.

 

 "Run, you idiot!" I yell without thinking as I quickly reach for another dagger. The man shoots a startled look in my direction, takes one last sorrowful look at his fallen companion and bolts away.

 

I cannot understand why I cared to warn him, but that's og little importance now, for the dagger struck into his shoulder, I felt a strong sense of anger rise within my enemy. After staring at the dagger for a moment, he quicking withdrew it my his shoulder, blood immideatly pouring out of the wound as he turned his head stare back into my eyes. His golden eye full of anger and resentment.

 

However, to mu pure amazement, the look of rage leaves his eyes completely, that small amused smile returing to his eyes. As I stare bakc at him, I realize what just happened. He was not only surrendering to his urge to kill, but also testing me. Testing my patience. Testing my skill. And now, he's ready fight. Ready, to take my life.

 

Heh. Like I'll ever allow that to happen. I alone will choose when I allow death's cold grip to take me. And never will it be to some damned golden-eyed stranger. Over my dead body...

 

 

To be continued...