As she ran down the filthy street toward her home, eyes burning and tears falling from her chin, she hardly noticed that she had placed her palm against her mouth, licking the sticky fluid from her cuts, coating her lips with blood.As she ran down the filthy street toward her home, eyes burning and tears falling from her chin, she hardly noticed that she had placed her palm against her mouth, licking the sticky fluid from her cuts, coating her lips with blood. Chapter Two The warm air of the city night, heavy and putrid from the excesses of civilization, flowed around the sharp angles of his face. The need was upon him. He perched on the ledge, as motionless as stone the work around him, looking down at his city. His it was, for he was the most powerful. He was king and ruler, but not leader. His kind followed none, only their own needs and desires. Lavishing in the sensation of inhuman want that filled his being, he waited. Far below him moved the unknowing herd. By machine and by foot they travelled endlessly along their meaningless mortal way, unceasing in their instinctive banality. They knew nothing of their future, and comprehended nothing of their present. They knew not that they existed only for and by his pleasure. Spotting a couple walking into an alley, he began to move, still part of the night, as silent as the air and as quick as the wind. |