The still night shattered, each piece of perfect midnight flying and scattering in all directions. Somewhere in the veiled night, a heart beat with the urgency that can only be caused in life and death situations. This was one of them. She took a deep breath in, preparing herself with the onslaught of adreneline that would soon come. Around her the delicate tendrils of ice swirled, whispering the secrets of the world in her ears, distracting her from the target.

Soon she lifted her hands to reach in the most inner corner of her scratchy wool jacket, not noticing the small indents the brittle roof left on the palms of her hands. Inside the pocket the heavy weight of her decision lay right above her heart. It's cold melting into the very depths of her soul, its smooth barrel pointing to the sky. She held onto the gun, with the comfort of a seasoned hunter, the single bullet in place. As she pulled back her right hand, the small rocks that clung to her skin let go once she brushed them against the dark fabric of her pants. Crouching into position, her eyes consume the light of the waning moon, her face turned stony.

The beating heart was close, it's drumming sounding in the air. It's franticness making her stronger, each beat threatening to blow its cover. The air caught in the prey's lungs, freezing the moment. She quickly flew to a standing position, running along the roofline, jumping down the level they were at. Her soft voice echoed out through the night, "Bestiam venit, osculum mortis distribuit." The Beast is coming, the kiss of death given.

The silence continued to echo these words, filling the prey with so much fear they ran. Heart and feet flew as one, the smokey chill being left behind the broken path through the forest. Her hair flew back in wild mahogany threads. Her footsteps left no prints, nor her breathe contaminating the air.

Ahead the prey searches for another way to escape the obvious threatening to change everything. A resounding crack once again flew through the air, only this time it was the ensnared victim in her trap. The last wavering breaths floated upon the wind, it's master's eyes quickly fading into a dull gaze. Soon the thick scarlet blood was given to the earth.

She stepped out into the clearing, the moon casting no shadow upon the field as she walked close to the familiar face. Bending down gingerly touching the face of the prey, skin against skin, killer against victim, the small trickle of blood staining her fingertips. The scarlet droplets absorbing into her scarred arms, leading to the newest trace of a tattoo that was added after the kill. 

As the soul sank down into the ground, the familiar heavyness was brought into the air, shrouding the world in an even dark veil, impenetrable by even the strongest of lights. She sank to her knees, bowing her head, in the fear of not having her wish granted. A chilled presence came from behind and breath upon the back of her neck, this was it. Death has come.