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 The Shadow....part 3

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PostSubject: The Shadow....part 3   Sun Aug 26, 2007 3:24 pm

The Shadow....part 3



Run from me, donít look back
Your heart, frantic, exploding
Breathing erratic, gasping for air
Sweating profoundly, all over
Eyes bulging, blind fear
A single thought, survival
Escape my madness, as I catch you up
Smelling your fear, your losing control
Blind panic, keeping you going
But for how long, I move closer
Shadowing your every move
Hearing your every thought
Your energy drained, you drop
My cloak envelopes you, darkness
You draw your last breath, I smile
Master , we have another

A poem I had read in a magazine a while back, kind of haunting but it stuck in my mind
as I lay here on my bed. what were his motives? if any. I pictured him in my head,
sneering as he claimed their lives,the blade flashing in the moonlight,
those poor innocent girls, they never deserved what befell them,
no one deserves it. I opened my luggage bag, it was black and a bit tatty, the
word sport once so prominant in gold now faded and cracked. I took out the bottle of scotch
that I always took with me on my missions. My medicine I called it, golden medicine.
Not bothering to take my enamel cup out the bag, I removed the cap and took a long
swig, the burning sensation going down my throat until it hit my stomach, I placed the bottle
on the cabinet. They poor girls I thought. I could see the fear in their eyes, knowing
that their final moment had come. I could hear their gargled screams as the blade slit
their throats, I took another drop of medicine, it felt good. I was starting to gather my
thoughts together, what did we know?, us, the organization. We new Ricardo was here or
was meant to be here, we thought we had him the week before, when an anonamous call led
us to a motel on the outskirts of Drumsville, a quiet town. Room 106 the caller had said,
we approached cautiously not wanting to alert him. Listening at the door we could hear no sound,
we drew our guns, kicked the door open swiftly, the room was empty. Once again he had disappeared
into the night, the Shadow. Our only conselation was a scrap bit of paper, laying under the
chair, the word Brockville scribbled on it. The reason for my being here now. I took another
mouthful of scotch, medicine?, I knew I was kidding myself. So what did I know?. I knew I
had been sent here to find him, flush him out. I knew he was clever or thought he was but
we all make mistakes and his would be his downfall. My thoughts wandered back to those seven
girls, innocently going about their business one minute, laying dead the next, how I was gonna nail
That piece of scum. I took one last drink, put the cap back on the bottle and laid my head down on
the pillow. My thoughts wandered onto Milly for some reason, I smiled then drifted to sleep.

...... to be continued

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PostSubject: Re: The Shadow....part 3   Sun Sep 02, 2007 1:00 am

You have me sitting on the edge
of my chair waiting for the next part.

Roses to you

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