Thayer pt.2

Searching through the mansion, several times, Thayer realized his enemy was not here. He must have known of Thayer’s presence and evacuated the premises. Moving through the shadows, unnoticed, he was able to slip out through the east wall, out one of the windows. There was no more need for Thayer to be there, it bothered him to know those kills were in vain. He would not meet his target tonight, much like all the other nights wasted. 1

Murdeath was running from Thayer, but he knew not why. Thayer had obvious skill, strength, and agility, but so did Murdeath. He was a formidable opponent, who did not need to be in such fear. Perhaps, Thayer thought, Murdeath overestimated him, or he was hiding something from him. Thayer had been thinking about much lately,  more than he would like to think. Thayer could not sleep at night, the dreams would make him fear it. The nightmares. Always returning to him, he could not control it. Thayer replayed the events that had unfolded to come to this point in his life.2

Thayer’s thoughts consumed him, and he fell into the world of his memories. He was in the past now, just a child. In the house he grew up in. He waited eagerly at the window, waiting for the return of his father. On the horizon he saw a man walking slowly, it was him! His father! He taught a martial arts class on the other side of town, things he also had taught Thayer. Thayer rushed out the door, barefooted. Strange sensations tickled across the bottoms of his feet as he sprinted through dew drops on the grass. His father met his speed with a slight jog, and picked him up into the air as they met. Thayer was so happy, so content at that moment, and then it happened. The plucks of arrows being fired in the distance, it sounded like someone dragging a stick along a fence. A cascade of arrows rained upon the town. Thayer’s father picked him up and ran inside with him, but as he was opening the door, a jolt of pain went into his spine. He tried hard but could not help dropping Thayer to the floor. He rose to his knees and pushed Thayer through the door, shutting it. A look of terror upon his fathers face was the last he had ever seen of him. Thayer escaped through the underground tunnels that led to the outskirts of the city. He was now alone, at nine years old. It had taken Thayer nearly 6 years to track down the man behind the attack, Murdeath. 3

Many say that Murdeath is not human, but a demon. His skin has a reddish hue, and it is leathery in texture. His hair is rough, and black, and his strength is unnaturally high for his size. His teeth are sharp, and slanted inward. His eyes are oval, black with a yellow hue around the pupil. Murdeath is roughly six feet tall with a slender appearing body, but when he strikes his opponents it holds a massive force behind it, often flinging his opponents into the air. Murdeath is not as agile as Thayer, or as skilled, but he definitely beats him in strength by far. Murdeath has killed thousands of people, although many were not by his own hand. He has recruited hundreds of henchmen to do his bidding, most of which only work for him out of fear. Murdeath has tried to have his men kill Thayer, but he has never seen his face, and has a very hard time tracking him down. Thayer’s physical traits are known by none, he always masks his appearance, and moves in the cover of darkness. He lives off of stolen food, and drinks; and there are none who know his true name. They simply call him Thayer, because that was the name of his home village, and he was the only survivor of the attack. Nobody speaks of the attack that took place, but all who hear the name Thayer, know exactly who it is. 4