Stepping quietly through the reeds, the teenage boy crouched down low. From cases attached to his calves he pulled out two slim daggers and momentarily flinched as two other people flashed past his hiding spot. The boy had strawberry-blond hair that went to the middle of his ears, and his bangs stopped in the middle of his eyes. He was dressed in flaming red clothes and wearing a cloak that blended with the surroundings.
“Wait!” said a voice, “He’s around here somewhere. I can feel his presence…”
The boy grabbed a small rock and tossed it down the river. At the sound of the splash the two people took off down the river. Noiselessly the boy jumped out of the reeds. He landed just as quietly on a branch in a nearby tree. He crouched down, his eyes narrowing as he studied the two figures that were now standing by the water. Slowly he put the daggers away and pulled out four thin needles, about seven inches long. He stood and adjusted himself on the branch, not even moving a leaf. His hair slowly turned a fiery red, his eyes glowed red and he jumped to the ground. His cloak fluttered down around him as the two figures turned to face him. Crossing his arms, the needles were lit afire and he threw them. Two needles in each figures chest.
The people were knocked off their feet and landed hard, dead, on their backs. The two bodies disappeared in a haze of smoke leaving behind two blue feathers, one for each body. They were about seven inches long. Slowly the boy’s eyes and his hair returned to their normal color.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
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