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 k...