The Lost one

The man knelt down at the woman inhaling her sweet smell. She was so beautiful, he thought. What a waste! Not even a single tear left his eyes even though a great emptiness had now replaced his heart. The woman had been his wife and still yet he’d had to kill her. She’d been evil. Really evil, he thought as he remembered the Order’s death sentence. She’d been one of the Lost ones. How could he have been so stupid, not noticing what she’d been? But as he looked at her wide eyes filled with fear after she’d inhaled her last breath he couldn’t feel any rage towards her. He only felt love. Love, and nothing else. 1

Why did I haft to do this? Why couldn’t I have spared her? The thoughts came as a rush and anger started to fill his heart. Anger towards the Order that had made him do this. That had forced me, he whispered with increased rage. The man got up, in one drastic and angry movement. No time should be spilled if he was to do what he’d already planned. 2

The men were discussing the case. All of them seeming to be in the discussion. Except for one of them of course. He was standing in a corner of the wide room, slightly unseen. As usual. He smiled as he saw the angry faces most of them were making. They were angry about the woman that’d been revealed as being one of the Lost ones. And still yet no one seemed to notice him that also was one of the Lost ones. One of the greatest indeed. He’d been apart of the Order for many years. To many, he thought in a victorious smile. 3

These Order men are really stupid not knowing who I am for all of these years. Some memories of the past started to flicker inside of his head but he didn’t get too fascinated by them. Except for one memory that had happened for quite some time, but the devastation of his action was still to hilarious. He was pulling the corner of his mouth fighting the urge of laughing out loud. 4

“How couldn’t we have noticed?”, one of the group started. 5

“We must stricken are laws from now on or else all of all children will soon enough be playing games with the Lost ones, now that we’ve lost our senses”, he continued slightly reddish as he said it. Most of the group nodded their heads in agreement feeling the anger bubbling inside of them too. 6

The man was wearing a green cloak as one of the Order men. After he’d left his wife that he gently had buried in a white chest without shedding a tear as he did so, he’d come to fulfil his plan. He stared down at the guard. Small drops of blood were streaming from his broken neck. I’d killed him ruthlessly; he thought with a sting of compassion. It had been a part of the plan, a hard voice whispered in his head. So without any feelings of guilt he slowly started to pace down the long corridors jumping over the dead body. 7

The Lost one that was still regarding the men that now on were coming into a conclusion, started to sniff the air in confusion. He smelled the scent of Revenge. A Lost one was on his way. The Order kept babbling about the conclusion not feeling or smelling the great evil that was heading towards them. The Lost one nodded in triumph. One of his similitudes was on his way.8

The man was getting irritated. All the corridors were really getting to him. He didn’t like it. In fact he didn’t like it at all. But as he angrily started to walk even faster he saw the glimmer of a white port. The room to the great Order, he thought in triumph. That will soon be lying in ashes, he whispered with great evilness in his voice.9