Shattered Into Ash

Shattered On Bed

Uriah:

Up the stairs and in a room through an open door I can see him. Dexter. My first assassination.

He looks so sick on that mattress. His blond hair messy from the sheets. He is moaning as he closes his eyes, suffering from a major headache.

I crawl up the mattress, like a lion in the grass. I walk on my hands and knees till I am directly above him. I draw my knife from my belt, streaky the blade over his chest and I bring the blade down over and over again.

This is the work the son of the chief should be doing, protecting the village from guys like this with weird tattoos and a wanting to rule the world one island at a time. I am so brilliant!

I stab him so hard that when I bring the blade up we bounce off the bed and onto the floor. I throw him off of me, he stains my shirt red. But I don't care, this is what a son of the chief should be doing, destroying enemies.

I rush down the stairs, covered in red and the blade in my hand. Time to make a getaway worthy for the gods.

Chiefly duties taken care of. I walk down the stairs, a job well done. I am so proud of myself, I basically did everything. Alvin just sat on a horse. Ha! Wimp.

I click open the door and swing it open. A face stares at me, he has a bag in his hands. Oh crap! This is awkward. It's the actual doctor I was posing as.

He takes one look at me. The red on my shirt and the knife in my hand, making a puddle on the ground. The doctor drops his bag and tries to run, but I am too fast, nothing gets past me. I grab him by the collar and jump onto his back and stab him through.

The only thing he leaves is his bag, scattered across the lawn.

I am so ready to be chief. Way more qualified then that skinny Nathaniel dude. Boy is he stupid.

I untie my horse and saddle up.

Job well done Uriah.