Post by Cesare Haidar Eilert Zarek on Jun 3, 2017 10:52:05 GMT -6
Five days.
This man - this monster of a man had claimed yet another handful of days and Cesare could not do anything but watch them dwindle into a distant memory. It had taken every piece of willpower to track Kader down and knock on the door, as the sound of chains and complete darkness still haunted him whenever he heard the name. The rest of the day had been just as unpleasant and fucked up as he had thought it would be, while insults had rained down before the name was spoken. He had not believed himself to have a heart, not after all that had happened, but it did sink deeper into his chest as he dutifully accepted the target.
He could have done it that night and be done with it. But, for old times sake, he had let the aged blacksmith have almost two full days to enjoy with his wife and dog, unaware of the shadow that always kept itself just out of sight. Cesare found a shred of joy in watching the old man go around Faewin, while living a life he himself would never have. Patterns and habits soon became obvious, so when the time came for the man to die, Cesare did it as humane as he possibly could.
Pulling the old man into the sea was not difficult, as the docks provided cover as well as the dwindling lights and, with the weather on his side, the rain made it plausible for anyone to slip easily on the wet timber. To make it easier for himself, he had tied a rope around one of the main supports of the dock, so that he did not sink to the bottom when he held the man under water. With one hand holding tightly around the rope, he managed to keep the man from pulling him down. And almost too soon, it was over.
The body did not float to the surface when he loosened the grip around the throat, as it slowly started to sink further down into the pitch black water. No sound had been made other than the song the sea always sang whenever the wind set the tune. Cesare kept himself in the water for a few moments longer and did not set foot on paved stones until the rain fell so heavily that everyone who dared to be out was as wet as him.
It took another two days until a young fisherman found the body of the beloved blacksmith and then and words spread fast about the unfortunate death. Everyone knew the man was prone to indulge in an elixir or two, so no one in his inner circle expected it to be anything but an accident. Cesare did not attend the funeral of his childhood friend. As soon as he got word from Kader that the deed was considered done, he turned his back to the city and started the long walk back to Morrene, with only his memories to keep him company.
