Signed In Blood (Part 1)

The night has a bluish tint tonight from the exceptionally brilliant full moon, sky, cloudless with a slightly brisk breeze coming from the direction of where the last cemetery I passed was, “the breath of the dead”, I think it might be an omen. Barely a sound is heard in this still end of day as I reside under a large, scraggly scrub pine. I survey the store front where I have located my last two targets, it seems like yesterday when I took down the first and now here I find the last two (deserving) in a pool hall , well, I could wait for them to leave, but since this might be it for awhile, I’ll just go in and turn it from a pool hall to a slaughterhouse. I extend six tendrils down my back Like a cape allowing them to sway in the breeze as I chew on a hunk of flesh I found in my pocket. Surrounding myself in illusion I leisurely walk to the front, go in, then press my right palm to the glass sealing it with a black panel then allow it to expand, blocking all the windows so slowly no one notices. I spot one by the bar, the second on the other side of the room with someone, I lick my lips in anticipation, oh I’ve finally come into what I deserve, tonight I shall make the walls run red. Casually, I head to my closest prey and stand directly behind her with an evil grin spreading across my face, when she turns around, she recognizes the old face I’m wearing and she goes white. Raising my right index finger to my lips to make a shushing gesture I bring my left hand to her chest and encase her in a restraining band and push her into a stool, she seems about to scream, or cry, neither will do……….. yet. With a finger I send a pin of blackness through her lower jaw and silence her. Almost strutting I go to the back door, send a restraining band through the handle and bury it in both sides of the frame.