| Surrounded by fools |
[29 Mar 2012|01:40pm] |
Somewhere far from the prying eyes of most of the world, a young man surveys the carnage. Not with horror or disgust, but with a sense of bored detachment. The weaklings had given him no challenge. Not that he expected much, they were hired goons at best. But he wished one could walk into these places unarmed and hope for at least some entertainment, however small. Well, nothing to be done here now, the fool had been wrong. Again. There were no artifacts here.
Cold blue eyes slowly turn to bore into a shivering man standing in the corner. "I thought you said last time would be the final time this would happen."
"I-I swear I didn't know!"
"Yes. That's quite clear."
"Please sir, I'll find another one! Roussille might have heard about-"
He doesn't bother listening anymore. It was like this each time. Wild goose chases after rumours of artifacts. No, this imbecile had outlived his usefulness. The fool didn't understand. He wasn't looking to collect all the artifacts. No, only an idiot would want that. It attracted far too much attention. Not to mention that not all of them interested him or would prove useful. There were only a few he wanted for himself. The rest? Well, just because he had no use for them didn't mean he wanted others to have them. The guardians were useful in that sense but slow. Sometimes you had to do things yourself.
Sighing, he glances at the man rambling for a second chance. Without warning or another word, he snaps the man's neck and lets the body crumple to the ground.
He'd need to tell his sister this was another dead end. Hopefully some of the other informants could prove more useful. It had to be done, but it was annoying to replace them.
Time to find some new targets.
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