Night of the Hunter...
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for I have the heart of a warrior and courage is my creed.
The Hunter stood quietly amongst the countless leaves of autumn. They too, in their lifeless manner, were mere victims of change. As the moon shone through bare trees, it lit the forest floor and carried with its light a wind that reminded the Hunter so much of the soul he was once allowed to have. There one day, gone the next.
The Hunter was a chosen man. Not from this world, not to be questioned. He had a purpose beyond even his own understanding, but he protected it with honor. Although he was the Hunter, he was even more so hunted. Those who dared chase him too were ignorant of his motivations, but were well payed by the highest bidders; without names or faces. And so the Hunter was forced to fight and never deprive from his path. That was one of few things he could be sure of, etched deep into his beatless heart.
Equally spaced around the Hunter lay the bodies of four dying men, soon to join the fate of the leaves they covered. A result of calculation and precise execution on the Hunter’s part. From his hand blood slowly dripped. Not his own and not just from one victim, but perhaps not from all. As the Hunters stepped from his symmetric equation, he left behind yet another failure from his enemies; and continued on his journey…
Though he walks through the valley of the shadow of death, he will fear no evil, for he has the heart of a warrior and courage is his creed.
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