His eyes shone like a supernatural flame, his face was transfigured by a rictus of pain and anger, serenity and peace as he had never felt before. Something had broken inside when the dagger went through the ribs and opened the opening where blood and life escaped.
In each stab not only desecrated the body in front of him but also felt as if he were abandoning his, like a chrysalis that breaks the cocoon and unfurls its wings and flies towards its destination.
His hands did not tremble, he no longer felt fear or shame for the dark desires that triggered such a sad result, he did not even care if he was right or not, if he deserved it or not, in his mind there was only Space for the unstoppable I want to do it again.
It was his first time, but it would not be the last.
An assassin was born.
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This is my participation on the freewrite day 543, I hope you enjoy reading this story, as much as I am writing it. I apologize for my grammatical errors, I do not speak English and I do what I can with the google traslate and gramarly ... I'm sorry.
If you want to participate, check this link, Today's Prompt: born
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