Invisible beads of sweat formed on her upper lip as she ran through the field of green, under the clearest blue sky. It was a beautifully warm spring day with a lazy breeze. Her adrenaline pumping and heart racing, she could hardly breathe. As her chest tightened it's grip on her life, she stopped dead at the edge of a forest, hoping to regain her lungs. Yet naught could save her now.
The dark figure came from seemingly nowhere and pushed her down in a pulse of anger. He grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her face into the grainy undergrowth. Unsheathing his ancient dagger, he cut her right leg in thorough enjoyment. From the hip, all the way down to the tiniest toe. Deep red blood streaked to the ground. The silhouette of a man rubbed his blade in the mud formed with this blood and wiped it clean on the girl's cheeks as she gasped once more for life. The man stood and looked to the sky and to the trees and to all the beauty surrounding him. Satisfied, he walked away. Yet with no trace of the grin you would expect from such a man, if he deserve to be so called.
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