She was cheating on me. Don't ask me how I know; people lile me
always find out, we spot those little inconsistencies, tear holes
in the fabric of those lies people like my wife make to try
reason. My name is Alex, and right now I'm thinking of
disappearing. Its not like i have much to lose, now is it? Years
of aikido have slowly changed me, the constant exercise and
muscle training strengthening everything about me.
It was this which fist clued me in on her cheating, an early exit
from the small gym where I trained, I saw her kissing another
man, dead on the lips in some cafe.
Was I pissed off? Of course!! Every cell in my body screamed at
me to go over and kick the daylights out of the smarmy bastard in
a $100 suit, hell, I could do that easily, even at my age (44
But, no. I swallowed my anger, took out my phone and atarted
taking pictures by the hundreds.
Not enough I thought, remembering all those stories I'd read, how
the guy thinks ge has enough and turns out needing more. Moving
in a circular fashion, I got close and switched on the phones
video, recording them both from close.
"...so what do you want to do now?" Melissa, my soon to be ex
"Hmm, how 'bout you?" The smarmy bastard replied, setting my
blood alight and forcing me to put my empty hand onto the table,
my fingers digging into the metal slowly as the anger overwhelmed
my self control.
"Stop it, don't talk so loud!" Melissa said, giggling. "Besides,
you remember how close we were to getting caught last time?"
"The danger just makes it better," the smarmy bastard breathed.
"And besides, who's going to tell, the drunkard?" He said
referring to the man with his head laying face down on the table,
a pint of Guinness half drank on the table next to him.
"D...'fore...'onor" the drunk muttered, seeming in reply.
My fingers broke through the table, causing nearly every head to
turn in my direction, but I was already walking away, my vision
When Melissa heard the snap, she froze, the blood in her face
draining as she slowly turned.
"Who the fuck was that guy," Michael said, before seeing the
state of Melissa. "Shit. You dont mean..." he trailed off as he
looked at the hand mark on the steel table.
"Alex" Melissa croaked. "You need to go, quickly."
"What do you mean? He saw me and ran," michael said. Stopping at
the look of pained amusement on her face.
"He left because if he didn't, he would have killed you, and
believe me, he could do it without breaking a sweat. He left
because he didn't want to get anyone else involved."
Michael didn't like the sound of what she was saying, he was the
bigger guy, he could stomp Melissa's small husband, easily!
He left the small cafe alone, despite Melissa's ardent warnings
walking straight towards his house, yet he could
feel...something. Something was watching him. Almost
imperceptibly he increased his pace, slipping into the small
alleyway which would leave him right outside his front door.
The sound of footsteps behind him made him freeze, and he slowly
turned around. "Shit," he whispered,looking at the man covered in
black. All he could see were his glasses, glowing a deep red, and
a short sword, the blade crackling with malevolent energy.
"Stay back, you bastard. STAY BACK!!!" His eyes were looking for
escape, unwilling to show his back to the vision of death in
front of him.
In reply, the sword wielding apparition said three words.
"Death before dishonour."
The eyes faded, the beings entire body merging with the dark, and
Michael let out a scream of terror as the blade flashed through
the darkness, slicing cleanly through his clothes and digging
lightly into his muscle. Spinning, Michael tried to run, only to
fall to the ground as two more slices bit into his hamstrings.
The patterns of the cut became more frequent, appearing
everywhere, no matter what he did, covering his face, rolling on
the ground, curling into a ball. A final cut ended the agony he'd
been in, the apparition appearing and letting the blood pooling
on ths blade drip on the dead mans terror-struck face, leaving a
true mask of bloody pain. Sheathing the sword, the apparition
slowly faded, his body swaying slightly until he truly
disappeared on the breeze, swept away back into the pattern of