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[In_The_Wind]

18. Are you ready ~ The Sorrow ...

The rain pattered softly against the frosted glass roof, impacting with a miniature shockwave as it fell apart. The sky was a blackened grey with periodical slashes of lightning punctuated by deep booms of thunder. The city was underneath a shroud of darkness, a blackened parody of its previous majesty. Though the inky murk obscured the vision of most of the inhabitants, He could still hunt.
He gently laid a hand upon the glass, peering inside the abandoned building. The woman was still there, searching through the debris, scavenging whatever she could find amongst the rubble. She wore a weathered and torn cloak, ripped and worn by countless hours of aimless running and wandering. A cowl was draped over her head, the same faded tan colour as the cloak. As she searched, He observed in fascination at her random movements. For Him, this was an entirely unknown attitude. He had always had a goal, always an objective to complete for his master. Finally He had grown tired of watching, pulled back slowly from the window, then jumped right into it, crashing right through it.

With an horrific smash, he rammed himself through the window and leapt upon the derelict floor. Falling glass collapsed all around him as if it was the rain itself. The roar of thunder boomed through the building and the lightning streaked through those windows that still remained. The woman turned around in shock then screamed in terror at what stood before her. He tilted his head. Like an animal attempting to understand what she was saying. He was not bred to understand fear. Suddenly, the rain became a torrential downpour, soaking the building’s entire interior. He tilted his head the other way. He knew this one was weak. Knew she would be easy. He stepped forward slightly, seemingly staring at her.

“What are you?” She gasped in wide-eyed terror as it slowly inched towards her. For the first time in days, He spoke. It was a thin yet raspy, fast yet dragged out sentence.

“Why did you do it, mother?” The words seemed to linger in the air as they left His mouth. The woman’s eyes managed to widen even more as He spoke, and she became a pale sheet of white.

“Why did you kill me?” He asked insistently, still inching slowly towards her.
“WHAT ARE YOU? YOU AREN’T MY SON!” She screamed, attempting to turn and run. He was too fast.

He pounced upon her and dragged her, screaming, to the ground. He slowly, deliberately turned her onto her back and stared into her panicked face.

“NO! GET OFF ME! LEAVE ME ALONE!” She screamed at Him, but he didn’t care. He exhaled deeply, right into her face. It smelt to her of boiling blood and roasted flesh.

“Wh- what are you?” she asked Him weakly, knowing there was no escape from His inhuman grip. “I am the avenger, I am the redeemer, I am the guilt, I am the Sorrow.”

The storm unleashed one final display of its power, thunder roaring and lightning flashing. Then it miraculously ceased.

Two hours later, the authorities arrived at the building due to reports of ‘irregular and disturbing noises’ emanating from the building. All they discovered there was a dull tan cowl and cape, along with the word ‘SORROW’ etched upon each of the walls.