The Soulless

The narrow bricked walls held the screams of a young child whose life fell into the darkness never to be relived. And the blood splatted all over a soulless man’s long coat stained the man’s sins into the fabric of his clothing. It didn’t matter, however, the man could just fabricate another coat exactly the same as the other. What did matter was that a human had seen his sins and was standing still near a wall with a blue bottle held loosely in his hand, its colour matching his wide blue eyes. The boy’s lips parted as if to voice his objection to the soulless man’s pointless killing. But what would a boy of eighteen know about pointless killing? When he barely understood what he had seen?

The soulless man’s grunt of annoyance filled the darkness, he didn’t need this. He had a job to do, killing held the utmost importance when it came to his job and he didn’t need a human boy following him around, trying to figure out why the man had kill an innocent child in cold blood. And he knew by the way the boy’s eyes lit in anger and his jaw set into a hard pose that this wasn’t something he was willing to let go, that this boy knew nothing of the darkness that plagued the city he called home. That the nights he slept was the nights a man like him kept the balanced by killing innocent humans and the not so innocent.

“Turn away boy, while you still can”. The soulless said mincingly, his tone held no kindness; he was in no mood for a show. Yet the boy stood his ground, foolishly. The man was an inch smaller than the boy and held little muscles in comparison but he held the power of a thousand men. If the boy started a fight it would be over in seconds.

The boy’s lips curled in furry as he spoke, “No. You had no right to kill a child!” The man just laughed without emotion and shook his head. Boy, you have no idea. And before the he could finish that thought the boy dropped the bottle and ran for him, smashing into him. It caught him by surprise, and he didn’t care. He wanted someone to hurt him physically even if he’ll heal instantly. He wanted pain, something he hasn’t felt in a hundred years. The boy’s strength was a shock, but it wasn’t enough to cause and long term damage, after all he wasn’t human. But still, the first bone to snap like a twig was his ribs, and then his foot as his foot lost balance.

Through the boys anger he lost his own balance and was thrown to the ground with such a force from the punch that the pavement beneath him cracked on impacted, and as a result so did his skull. Hot pain went through his head like fire to fuel; it lit his brain like a Christmas tree and forced a deafening scream from his lips like air from a lung. Every fiber burned. His eyes watered and streamed down his face like a river or was it blood? He couldn’t tell. His vision blurred so much that he could only see a dark shadow towering over him. The man whispered something that the boy couldn’t catch over the blearing noise of the emergency service, and then suddenly soulless man disappearing into smoke, leaving no evidence of his existence behind.

It didn’t take long before the boy’s throat closed up and drowned out the words he was about to voice and to fall into the darkness of a hellish dream. . .