“Oh, Gods no. P-please, spare me!”
A gruff male voice comes from inside the cloak, “Sorry, but I have a contract to fulfill,” the intruder reaches behind his back and grabs at the handle of his sword. He unsheathes it slowly, allowing his victim to contemplate his last moments and the actions he has committed.
*I*ll do anything! Please, just don’t kill me! What do you want? The gems, you can have them, take them all,” Ali, knowing full well who it is he is looking at, pleads pathetically for his life.
His sword now drawn, a gigantic weapon, the handle covered in thick cloth with runes written across it, the blade sharp and serrated, “No, I was already paid. But thanks for the offer. Goodbye.”
The cloaked figure brought his sword down, cleaving Ali’s head from his shoulders and splattering blood all across the dark fabric of the assassin’s cloak and the metal of his blade. He sheathes his sword and removes his hood, stepping out through the curtain. He is relatively pale. His teeth are sharpened like fangs, a shock of white covers the bangs on the front of his head, starkly contrasting the black of his hair. John removes his cloak and drops it on the floor.
He walks out into the desert, Menaphos is visible in the distance but only the buildings have definite shapes. His exposed arms, legs, and head are assailed by the sun. John smiles, baring some on his longer fangs, content that his training in the sun finally paid off. He starts walking towards Menaphos, a kebab sounds good right about now, especially after a job well done.
“I wonder how Adam would be doing if he were here,” happy memories of himself, Adam, and Rachel together on the road fill him with hope and put a spring in his step as he wanders off towards Menaphos, “But he’s in a better place. I’m sure he’s happy,” John smiles contentedly to himself and walks off into the shimmering heat of the desert.
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