Dark Divide ( II )

Dark Divide

He could feel the hilt of the blade against his hand as he reached behind and let his fingers touch the belt of his trousers, the dagger tucked in underneath his jacket and he could feel where the cold bitter touch of the October night had touched its ornate metal finish.

His eyes continued to watch the group of men as they harassed the young woman, the young sheep lost from her flock, the laughing hyenas that believed they were wolves surrounding her now as the people around them seemed to have developed a blindness to what was happening.

He let his eyes close and the darkness engulfed his vision, his other senses now rising within him to compensate for that loss, he could hear the cackling men as they continued to encourage each other, the power of numbers taking the game to the next level.

This is so simple, all it would take is to draw the blade and a quick flash of movement and the night would run red with their lifeblood, it would be that easy he thought to himself as he took a step towards where they stood tormenting their capture.

Would he say something? would he give them a warning that the grim reaper was coming for them, death incarnate or should he just step between them and bring an end to their miserable reign of self-perceived power?

He could feel the touch of the blade against his body as he let it slide from where it was tucked into his clothes, the weapon now free of its containment and it felt as natural in his hand as any implement would.

Another step forward and he felt the distance between them also gone, now within striking distance, he let his hand drop down at his side and the blade turned inwards to hide it from any prying eyes.

The stench of alcohol was now palatable as it came from the drunken men, it showed the courage they showed, well that and the weight of numbers they possessed. no, it was time to end this.

His hand was already coming as he twisted past where the woman stood before the supposed Alpha of the group, the head tormentor having his grip on the young woman broken as he swept the arm that held the woman aside as he twisted in front of him.

The blade flashed through the air and he opened his eyes to see the look of confusion on the bully's face, the look turning to one of terror as the blade found its mark and cut deep across the man's throat.

He felt the spray of blood hit him across his neck and face, the liquid painting his skin as he turned away and guided his blade across the neck of the next member of the group, the action so fast that he barely registered the action before he had to reach up and touch at his neck and feel the warm release of blood.
Two were now gone and he could feel his heart hammering in his chest, the call of battle now guiding him as he pivoted on his left foot and twisted away from the second man as he twisted the blade in hand and drove it upwards into the torso of the third man, the weapon easily piercing the man's stomach.

The dagger held in place for a moment as he let the sensation wash over himself and let the thug take a moment to understand what was happening, the speed of his previous attacks perhaps missed through the fog of alcohol that shrouded his victim's senses.

Several seconds passed before he increased the strength of his grip on the weapon and pulled it upwards and through the soft flesh that offered it no resistance until it stopped deep into the man's sternum.

He knew he should not stop to enjoy this, but he could not help himself, he had ended the lives of three of the four in a matter of moments and now all he had to do was turn and finish the last of them.

The young woman's scream now tore into the night as she realised what was happening, the three men now dead or dying around, her life perhaps saved by him or perhaps not, did it matter?

The time to mentally gloat perhaps a mistake on his part as he heard the last of the men turning to run, the speed of assault not fast enough maybe or the man had seen enough and had enough of a warrior within him to know when to flee.

The screaming of the young woman now starting to weigh on him as he turned to watch the man running in terror away from him, his terror fuelled adrenalin giving him the strength to flee.

The seconds passed as he watched him move away, should he give chase or should he let the man have his moment? maybe he would learn from the experience, he would live in fear of the shadows for a long time to come, that was for sure.

The screams of terror now coming from several other people in the crowd as they realised what was happening, the ground was now covered in the blood of his three opponents and was quickly spreading.

His eyes opened suddenly and he could feel the tips of his fingers touching the blade as it rested tucked into his waistband, the urge to draw it now calling to him as he recalled the vision he had just seen.

Perhaps another option was possible here he thought to himself and let out a sigh as his breath escaped from between his lips and he took a step towards the group, his fingers slipped from the blade and he closed his fists as he let his arms drop down by his sides.

"Let her go"