Moonlight Glow

Chapter 4:Pale Yellow

Noah was still dazzled by what had just happened but when he saw Simon,a shiver ran through his body. The illusionist's cocky's smile terrified Noah.
He has a new job for me.
"Hello freak",he was twirling his cane as if he was commencing to dance.
"The director needs you to run some...'errands',you see".
His majestic figure leaned over Noah.

"Recently a certain aristocrat is starting to be such a bother our director. He even threatened him because,apparently,the director borrowed his money and now this aristocrat wants it back.I'm sure you can take care of him,right?"
Those words to Noah were like a ghost story to children who refused to go to sleep. Sentences were trapped in his throat but he knew he had to answer,he knew what he had to answer.
"R-right".
Simon put a hand on the jester's shoulder.
"Of course,that's what you are the best at".He put the photo of the target in Noah's hand as walked past him,disappearing in shadows.

Even though the show had just finished,he couldn't hear anyone in the backstage. Maybe he had been unconscious for more than he thought and all the members were already sleeping. To Noah,the night wasn't always meant to sleep. Sometimes he stayed up all night trying to track the houses of the targets and he slept during the morning til the show's start.While other times he didn't sleep at all,trying to wash away from his thoughts the murder he had just done or the pleading faces of his targets.
When he opened his hand he found the face of his next victim. He looked like he was in his 40s but he still looked fit,his eyes showed boldness. The address of his house was written behind the photo. After taking his knife from his his tent,Noah walked out of the camp's entrance.

The Circus had been summoned in Lunatea thanks to its growing fame some years before and it hadn't left the city since then, putting aside a life of tours.
Though during that night the streets of the city  felt lonely. Pouring rain was giving those streets an eerie aura,which the day before were full of happiness and colors. 

In his haste to end this job as quickly as possible,Noah forgot his coat. It wouldn't have been useful to hide the blood stains on his attire anyway,because there wasn't anyone to hide them from in the surroundings. Yet,he felt as if the cold could pass through his skin to freeze his bones. After passing by the main square,he stopped to check the address on the picture. Though his attention was caught by a puddle. Most of the greasepaint was gone,but the color of his face wasn't much different from the white of the make-up.His short black hair were soaked and he was trembling. 

I am a freak.
Headaches were getting more painful too,but he had to finish this job rapidly. The thought of running away never crossed his mind,because he knew that the Circus would have found him,no matter where he would have hidden. Plus,why would he run away from his family? The address was the main street of the noble district,so he prefered going through the streets instead of the roofs,at least he could find shelter from the rain under the balconies of the houses while walking.

Once he reached the noble district the only noises he could hear were the rain and the footsteps of his boots. Everything was quite,too quite. Mist had reached the noble district as well that night,and his vision was getting blurry too. 

All that followed those silent moments happened in a couple of seconds. Noah heard the noise of steps coming in his direction,though he couldn't tell where they were coming from. With his heart beating at an impressive pace he looked around himself but the only thing he could tell for certain were that those steps were getting closer. Panic was rushing through his veins and he took the knife from his pocket,ready to attack,or better to defend. The steps stopped and for a moment the only thing he could hear was his breath. 

Pain flooded from his shoulder,it made him fell on his knees. When he touched the source of tha distress his gloved hand was stained in red.
Blood.
Between his groans he could hear someone laughing.
A figure of a man aiming a gun appeared in the mist right in front of him.                                                  "I can't believe director Baskerville sent a brat after me".