This is a path I’ve taken dozens of times over. Rooftop to rooftop.
No one sees me, and if they do, what would it matter? Who would believe them if they spoke of it?
What could they do?
I’m getting close now.
Strange.
I hadn’t expected to find my prey so soon or so close to home.
I stop running. Down on the street below, I see her, being carried out of the bar by a man who wants her almost as much as I do. Yes, she is the one.
Tall, thin, with blond curly hair.
She could have been a model in another life, but for the night, she is a trophy on the man’s arm. How am I to separate him from his prize so that I can have her?
His friends answer that question for me while also creating the perfect distraction.
A bar fight has spilled into the streets and he, of course, must be there for his buddies. She is upset and sobering up quickly as she storms away angry that she is left alone.
I follow as she walks straight down the street, making me backtrack towards my own apartment. Does she have a place around here?
How could she have been so close to me without my knowing? Every now and then she eyes her surroundings.
Why? Does she know that her life is in danger?
As I draw my sword I wonder if she’ll scream, or try to fight.
Maybe I’ll be fast enough that she doesn’t have a chance to make a sound.
I move around to the back of the building and drop from the roof to the ground, landing soft on my feet, I hope to catch her by surprise from behind.
I move quickly to strike her without her knowing, but somehow the impossible has happened.
ASH 9/17 
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