ASSASSIN STYLE

It's weird and messed up and stupid but I felt lie writing so here..Also, if u don't know that he watched Blade (his wife) die then u won't understand it

The click-clack of her shoes echoed in the long hallways as she made her way to the back of the stony building. She found him standing at a door, arms folded across his broad chest, head down and eyebrows furrowed. He looked up as she got closer and gave her a small sad smile.
"Still?"
"Fraid so. Shall we?"
She nodded her head and opened the door. The room was dark with the exception of a few clusters of lighted candles. The room was bare,...

Her footsteps pounded on the ground. She heard him behind her and kept going. Don't look back. He'll take you. She's close by. Keep going. Don't look back! The voice echoed in her head, spurring her on. She wouldn't loose to him. Not now. She had come far in a few hours. Her powers were stable. Her abilities were strong.
The shadows had taught her. This host is perfect. Everything I need. The voice spoke again, eyes shinning bright red. She panted, running still. His steps started to fade behind her. She slowed a little and tripped. She got up and pulled out her weapon.
“Come out monster!...