The Albino

Prologue

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Raven
The night air was cold. The frosty wind blew past me and stung my face. My bow and arrow were ready, I was just waiting for the victim to come into view, I could see the light in their bedroom.

I played with the white feathers on the end of my arrow, I tried to avoid the thorns of the rose. Do you know how many times I had pricked my self?! I gets quite annoying, however, do you know the saying "pain is beauty"? Well, killing my victims was quite a beauty...

The victim came into view in the window, he was slowly getting into bed. I literally just wanted to get this over with, and go back to the house, and into my cosy bed.

I drew back the arrow. Aim. Shoot. Run. Quite easy instructions, right? It actually is quite easy, well for me anyway...

I blew through my cracked lips, and watched the condensation of my breath to evaporate into the air. My fingers were going numb now. Also, the roof tiles were very slippery, I had already  slipped once, it actually hurts...

Again the victim came back into view, he was about to close the window.

Aim. Shoot. Run.

Nothing new. Just a victim. He has hurt others. He doesn't deserve mercy.

I let go of the arrow, and it shot through the air, the feathers dancing in the wind and the rose petals leaving a trail. Then the thump as the arrow hits its target.

No scream. No sound. Rather a quick death, not that he deserved it.

I closed my eyes and felt the wind brush my cheek. It soothes me. As if trying to comfort me. But I don't need comforting or sympathy. Killing was part of my job, part of survival.

I slid down the roof and jumped into the alley way, and let the darkness of the night swallow me up, my white cape flapping in the winter wind, and snowflakes landing in my hair.

Target eliminated.