Two nights ago, the Mirabel had put to port in Zantaric. Since then, two children had died terrible deaths. Simon had few hot button issues, but when the brats of a sea port became prey for nasty things, he took action. The first night of investigation had yielded some information...he'd known the ship that the perpetrator had come from and that the man had an easy smile. The second night that a dock brat had been murdered, her friends were able to pinpoint more information: red hair, missing front teeth, and three earrings in his left ear.
Now, Simon gripped the throat of a man from the Mirabel.The three hoop earrings in his right ear trembled as the man fought against the vice grip that was crushing his throat. No sound came out of the gap toothed mouth; Simon had widened that gap with several punches before coming in for the kill. The red hair was several shades more garnet for the blood that was pouring from the sailor's split scalp.
"I don't care who you are...or were as its gonna be in a few minutes. I just want to watch you flop as the life leaves ya..." the zombie growled in satisfaction, adding fear and desperation to the struggles of his prey. The ghoul was kneeling on the man's chest, holding him down in one of Zantaric's many cluttered alleyways. A trio of the wide eyed and scrawny dock brats stood watch for him, but they were terrible at their job because they kept looking back to watch the murder.
Simon heard rushing footsteps, adult sized by the sound of them, and decided to end the tableau a bit faster. He drew his dagger and sunk it into the man's ribcage, then again, and again, and once more. The flurry of jabs began to eagerly seep, feeding the wood of the boardwalk with one more life.
The thief turned assassin stood, dagger at the ready, and watched the kids scatter. Ungrateful brats he thought with a grin, seeing himself in their selfish choice to run.
