Hot red liquid splashed against the wall, steaming against the crisp air. The pure, clean redness was tainted in an instant as it collected dirt, running earthward. The air smelled metallic. The rivulets of blood slowed, congealing before they reached the ground.
Hardened fingers adjusted their grip on the handle of a long blade, “How many more of them?”
The skeletal figure turned, glancing behind him where a huddle of figures were bound on their knees. His thin voice swept through the air, “Only fifteen or so.”
“Only?" a low growl, "We should've been gone by now. Quickly.”
The solidified blood smeared as the next victim was forced to her knees. Two seconds pass, the third interrupted by a cry cut short.
Hot red liquid splashed against the wall.
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The drape across the doorway moved sluggishly in the wind as he stood outside. The sign above the doorway was unlit. Everyone knew it was dark for a reason and anyone of his kind who still held respect would steer clear.
The curtain weighed heavily against his hand as he pushed it away and stepped inside. Their eyes were dark and guarded just like the sign - just like his own. There were too many of them…He didn’t bother acknowledging them. They knew why he was here.