The blade soared through the air. Before he could open his mouth in the hope he might be able to scream, the blade punctured him straight in the chest, right into his heart. Hot crimson liquid spurted out in small spatters then began to pour out soaking his front. No sound came from his barely alive body other than a final exhalation of air. Pssst. Like a whisper, only there was no one for him to whisper to anymore. Not a single soul there to hear his pleas, not even his own soul for it had quickly left his own body in a hurry to find a place of comfort in the white sky. His legs gave way. The rope wrapped around his body came loose and as his body slipped down the trunk, found hold around his neck. Snap. The sound was not of a twig, but of a much more satisfying branch followed by an easy crunch as the rest of the body detached from the head. It fell forward onto the soft mossy ground and stained it the most ugly of colours. She strolled over to the beheaded carcass and rammed the knife in as far as it would go until the tree on the other side spoiled her fun. With a sharp twist she yanked the blade round and out leaving a gaping hole where his heart should have been. Her arms fell to her sides. Scarlet tear drops are cried out of the blade, though not it's own blood, it still felt more pain and sorrow than the heart that carried out the deed. She paused to wipe the remnants of blood off the precious silver metal and breathed on it once on each side. With each breath, she turned it further and further into a merciless killer but for now, it remained more human than its owner. A human in it's own right, but to everyone else, The Misty Blade.
