He stood there, looking. Admiring his work.
I was frozen. Breathless. Ice crept up my chest, burning, burning. My legs staggered backwards. My knees abandoned ship and hit the pavement.
The world echoed with my heartbeat. A muffled drum. I was holding onto the hilt. Or maybe I wasn’t. I couldn’t feel its slick weight anymore.
I looked up. Alone. The streetlight dimmed. All went black. I sighed.
The red letters said: