Count The Days: Intro

Doesn’t he know anything? Does he really want to die this bad? Very well, It was, after all, his decision. It was thoughts like those that helped him sleep at night. He had lost his conscience long before, and didn’t plan to get one now.

"Very well." Was all he said, even with his thoughts buzzing inside him. He raised his hand into the air directly in front of his face, clenched in a fist.

A spear, that had been leaning idly against the wall behind the man, now began to shake violently against the wall. The man ignored it.

This proved to be a fatal mistake. After a few seconds of banging against the wall, the spear slowly rose into the air, now poised for a strike about ten feet behind the man.

Turgo kept his frown, but was all smiles on the inside. He extended his index finger into the air, then brought his hand gradually down, to the point where it pointed straight at his belly button. Never can be too safe with magic.

His frown now turned to a wide smile. In unison, the spear shot forward towards it’s target. He did this with precise timing, so the man would not be given a chance to react. It worked. He never saw it coming.

The spear drove into his back, it’s point barely peeking out of his clothing in his abdomen. The man shrieked in both pain and surprise, his face revealing a mix of both terror and shock, but Turgo did not get a chance to see it very long. The man slowly fell forward onto his face, his hands out as if the man was blind and was searching for something in his darkness. The only difference was, his hands weren’t moving.

"Glad that’s over," Turgo shrugged it off as if he didn’t enjoy taking people’s lives. He did have a problem with killing people inferior to him, but his conscience, one of the few times it was brave enough to speak out, only ate at him for a few mere minutes. In truth, he was loving every minute of it. The sides of his face began to show a wicked smile, then it paused as he looked out the double doors, swaying gently.

"Guards! Guards!" He halfway stood up out of his seat. A few seconds passed, then he made out the scared face of a guard peering in.

"Yes, Sire?"

"Clean up this mess."