Assassin for evil, the words tickled his mind. Did he care? Right now, he struggled with his own life. His soul. My path is so wrong, he thought to himself. He knew of the blood that lapped in his wake; usually he couldn't care less, but now, for some odd reason, he cared.
He looked up at the sky, which peeked through the branches of the trees. He curled into a ball, wanting to hide under the roots of the trees. It's after me, he thought, the light is after me and it's going to get me. He could do nothing. It's my destiny. He broke down and sobbed. Everyone had to face the light and now his turn had come.