It was so pitch black last night, except for the light glow of the moon. It glowed, and was so close to my room, that it seemed it had been there, just for me. I closed my eyes for a minute, trying to fall asleep, when I heard a rustling in the trees...I quickly grabbed to my side, and felt for my knife, and pulled it ready to strike whatever was there, but , as usual, it was the wind. I threw it at a nearby tree, and it landed, straight into the middle of the tree. I smiled, and thought to myself, "I'm really not that bad." I couldn't sleep after, so I examined my knife, and wiped it with a washcloth we use to wash our faces with. It was a sharp knife..clean...very very piercing, and no one knew about it but me. I found it in the woods one day. I figured that someone had dropped it. It was mine now. I watched the moonlight glow,and then I saw something. A man. No, a silhouette of a man, a shadow, across the street. The shadow seemed to gaze up at something, but then I realized, it was me he was gazing at, because he tipped his Fedora at me and waved. It wasn't a friendly wave though. It was, somehow, eerie. I quickly pulled down the shades, and held my knife by my side the whole night. And slowly, I fell asleep, with fear in my heart.
In the morning, I scanned the sidewalk for the man, but I saw nothing. I went
YOU ARE READING
Blade
ActionWhen Joe Simmons finds out she's going to a high-class war camp and knife killing camp, she realizes she has a talent. Never missing her target. Never missing a dodge. Never missing a clear target.
