The Line Between Us

Missing

Blake

The second I turn my back on that girl, she goes and gets herself kidnapped. I heard those men, but I chose to ignore them. We were not of value to them, but they must have set traps because the next second I see that little angel wrapped in ropes, then she's dragged away.

I am not going to save her and I will not stop for her. She is nothing to me and if she escapes, she escapes. Either way, she will most likely be dead by the end of this, then all I have to do is follow their scent to find her.

I didn't come here to make friends, I came to hunt down an angel and kill them. If this one happens to slip by, then so be it. There are more angels other than this one. This one just happens to be a pain in the ass. It will actually be nice that she is gone. She always talked and made so much noise when she walked. She was so carefree and she never seemed to care about anything. She was so naïve and so innocent. It made me sick. I finally have some time to myself and I can finally hear the thoughts in my head again. That girl would never stop arguing with me and she was always talking or making some sort of noise.

For all of my life, I have been alone, and I prefer the silence of solitude rather than the noise of interaction. I would killed this girl as soon as I laid eyes on her, but something was off. She didn't seem like the other angels, so I didn't kill her. I guess I was just mistaken, because she was definitely not like the other angels, but not in that way. She was louder and more obnoxious than any other angel and she was so innocent. Even though angels are pure and good, they all have their secrets and they all have some sort of blood on their hands. This girl did not. All my life I was trained to kill and hunt. My hands are stained with so much blood and my soul is as dark as night. This girl was as different from me as night is to day.

Throughout the day, I made progress over the mountain and reached about halfway up the mountain before the sun set. I had been through these woods many times and climbed these mountains numerous times. I had gone on hunts through these mountains and scoured over every nook and cranny of these mountains. I knew that on the other side of these mountains was a town. There was a small town called Brookstone and then located shortly after Brookstone, there are the Caelian Mountains.

I set up a small camp and went in search of some food. For most of the trip, we had been eating very little. We ate mostly berries, nuts, and occasionally some vegetables we found growing in the nearby crops, but our food supply was low. It had been a while since I killed anything and since I last tasted meat. So I went in search of some animal that I could kill and eat.

I walked a ways into the woods and picked up the trail of a small deer. I followed the hoof prints in the soft dirt and when they disappeared, I followed the scent of the deer. I found myself getting deeper into the woods, but I knew the way back to my camp. I soon spotted the deer grazing by a small meadow, so I quietly walked around to the other side of the meadow and pulled out my sword. In hunts like this, I normally would use my dagger since it was small and easy to handle, but I had given that to the little angel. Damn it. I shouldn't think about that right now, I will deal with that later. I slowly crept up to the deer, then with my quick reflexes, I shoved the sword into the side of the deer. The deer saw me then ran. The sword still sticking out the side of the deer, but blood began seeping out of the wound near the deer's heart. I waited for a few minutes then walked the way the deer ran. I followed the blood trail until I found the deer laying against a small tree. The deer wasn't dead yet, but it had lost enough blood that it could no longer stand. I pulled out the sword and blood began to gush everywhere. The deer cried out in pain, but it ended before the deer could suffer much longer. I dragged the deer back to my camp and I began to prepare the deer so that I could have something to eat. It had been a while since I had been on a hunt and I had forgotten the rush of adrenaline I got when tracking and killing the victim.

After I ate, I sat and stared at the stars as the campfire I started at the beginning of the evening began to die out. I laid there and let my mind wander. I couldn't help but think about that girl. I knew nothing about her, yet she kept coming up in my mind. The day of that one young child's funeral kept replaying itself in my mind. I don't know what came over me, maybe it was remorse? Pity? Whatever it was, something made me reach out to that girl and made me comfort her. That wasn't who I am. I am an assassin, a hunter, and a killer. I don't feel remorse and I don't look out or care for others. That's not who I am, and not who I ever will be.

I laid there replaying that day over and over again until finally, the fatigue from the day of walking and the thrill of the hunt came crashing down on me. That night was a peaceful night. The stars were shining brightly, the moon was out and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky.