WE #24 ~ BK

Gril squirmed in the shadows, his voice raspy and eager. “Now, Mmaster?”

“Patience fool! The touch of death is tricky. You don’t do it too soon and not too late. We wait for the opportune time.

A shiver spiraled down Gril’s spine causing a tremendous shake. Impatience was his strength.

“Where is he now?”

Gril twitched as he checked the scope. “About to go on a run.”

“Busy little bee.” His enormous shadow filled every cranny in the cave. “Now is the time to move. Follow him. When he gets to the steps of the First National Bank, that is when you strike.”

“Yesss, master…” Gril flew on the wind, traveling at lightning speed.

Greedy corporate money making warmonger would soon meet his maker.

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Hosea stretched his arm to the bottom of the garbage bin, reaching towards the half eaten banana. He exhaled, finally able to reach it. He pulled it out and held it up in the air in victory, ignoring the onlookers dirty glances. He’d grown used to the looks. He quickly unpeeled it and stuffed his mouth, enjoying the savor of the near fresh fruit. He threw the peel back in the garbage and placed his hands on his cart and began walking down the street. All his possessions on this frail earth fit neat and tidily in this old shopping cart he found in the dump. Life on the street wasn’t all that bad. Besides, it helped keep his focus on what really mattered.

The visions.

A shadow tore through the air and horrendous speed. Hosea’s heart dropped. It was the second one in a day. Hosea turned his cart around anxiously, causing quite a scene as he ran in the direction the shadow had flown. A map lay before him in his mind. He turned a corner, pushing the cart as fast as he could.

The First National Bank loomed overhead. What greed and power lay beneath it’s stone. Hosea searched the crowd until he found him. The man was just running up the flight of stairs. Hosea left his cart at the bottom as he ran to meet the business man. They collided within moments. Hosea grabbed his shoulders.

“Please! Turn away! Death beckons you! Turn from your wicked way says the Lord! Turn away!” Hosea pleaded.

The man’s face turned to disgust. “Get off me you bug! Don’t make me call the cops!”

Hosea let go with sadness. “You don’t see it. Your path leads only to death. Even now it comes for you!” He pointed at the man.

The man shuddered as he brushed himself off. His pride was unbecoming.

“Do the world a favor and jump off a bridge.” With one last look of disgust the man kept at his pace. Hosea stepped back and closed his eyes. He felt the rush of wind, like he had felt so many times before as the shadow touched it’s victim and the life was taken. Shrieks from onlookers pierced the air.

Hosea began to hum a tune, an old hymn he had heard long ago, as he walked back to his cart and went on his way. He was used to loss. He rarely ever saved anyone. Actually, come to think of it, he’d saved only one. And that was so long ago. Ah well, live and learn. Or learn, deny and die, as he had seen it played out so often.

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Gril crouched down as he reported back to the master. “Hosea was there again.”

“The weasel doesn’t slow us down. Ignore him.”

“But what if one day he does get in our way?”

“Then that’s the day we kill him, isn’t it?
“The big man won’t like that.”

Flames burst in the room as the ground shook. A loud wail filled the air. The master’s fist flew into the wall, his breathing heavy with the truth hanging over head. One of these days they’d be free to do their bidding. One of these days...