It was dark. Darker than the blackest black, with the moon and the dim stars as the only source of light. The moon, at first glance, seemed almost ghostly against the gloomy, inky, sky. Silence. There was an uncomfortable quietness hanging in the strange, ominous atmosphere.709Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfDvIV4cw83
It almost seemed deadly.
The path leading the way was broken, with crawling cracks eating away at the weathered stones. The wind had battered the old, broken windows and shards of lonely, glistening glass lay abandoned on the uneven floor. The house could've once been beautiful, but there was no sign of that now. The bricks had lost their happiness and what used to be cement was now a tragic, worn-out gloom.
The binoculars scoured the building, looking for signs of life. Until something caught its eye. It's owner zoomed in with zeal, and tried to identify the tiny flickers of movement. CLICK! The binoculars lost focus, and left the image a foggy blur. The watcher of the house sighed and switched lenses, but it was gone. The watcher of the house searched for it's objective. Though the signs of life had disappeared and only an empty hollow remained.709Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV9KbIYFjCi
Suddenly, storm clouds gathered over the watchers head and angry. raging lumps formed in the black sky, taking away its once blank appearance. A drop of horror dropped from above. Landing on the lens of the binoculars, a sign, that more was to come. Surely enough, more droplets began to fall, till like bombs ready to destroy their enemies, they began to drop. Faster and Faster drenching The Watcher in the aberrant experience of a storm.709Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgJ9Ox5CyzJ
He pulled up his hood, and tucked away the useful tool, his binoculars, and started carefully towards the house of his goals. Ryder glanced behind him to confirm he wasn't being followed and using his suit he complimented the appearance of the walls of the house. Then carefully, reached the door, left of it's hinges, waiting for someone to enter into the house of terrors. And stepped inside.
When he entered through the doorway, Ryder stopped, and pulled his long, midnight locks out of his face, and quickly, analytically scanned the floor. There was a trail, a trail of grey, ash scattered across the floor, mixed with a scarlet liquid. Ryder realized with amusement, that it was blood. He smiled, a happy, grim, smile and slowly crouched down, so he could study his strange founding more closely. Using his gloved fingers he took a pinch of the bloody/ash substance and rubbed it between his rubber fingers.
THUD! He stopped dead in his tracks and dusted the blood/ash onto the floor. With sly grace, he slided towards the long spiral stairs and smirked with glee.709Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Q11Cyqaas
"I'm Gonna get you!" Ryder whispered under his breath, trying to contain the insane laughter threatening to burst out of his throat. Ryder closed his eyes and let his senses guide him. He heard the pitter-pattering of an erratic heartbeat floors above him and the desperate, broken, inhaling of breath. He glanced at his finger, and realised that some blood remained. Ryder smiled. He then brought the gloved finger to his mouth and tasted the metallic blood. Ryder's eyelids fluttered, a vision overtook him. He could see, the journey 'The Target' had took. Up the stairs, dragging his feet behind him and hiding in... Yes. Ryder knew. He grinned.709Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmhLLGjgBhp
He sprinted speedily towards the attic, at an inhumane speed. The grace and poise.. Of a killer. Ryder reached the door and his gloved fingers brushed the handle. It was enough. Anger, frustration, helplessness, pain, despair... and fear. 'The Targets' feelings flooded his systems and made him hesitate, but only for a moment. He shook off these restricted sentiments and continued towards his goal.
He flung the door open and strode swiftly inside. The room was empty. Ryder frowned.
" I know you're in here." , he said in a constrained tone. He made his way to the middle. "Come out, come out. Wherever you are". He stopped , then he realised his mistake.. But it was too late...
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