I walk down Main Street in my leisurely way, taking slow, quiet, and deliberate steps as I tap the flat of my blade against my leg. Tap...tap...tap.... My cold, atrous eyes scan to my right, to my left, to my front, and back again. A few children scuttle across the street a few dozen yards away from me, laughing and squealing until--
"Malachi!" one gasps, a little girl, and freezes. I freeze, too. Tap...tap...tap.... The others cease their running, too, as I stop to stare at them with my eyes like the color of an abyss, so dark and deep and intense that one might feel as though he or she is falling right down into them, while getting a disturbing glimpse into the emptiness where my soul is not.
I stare for a minute, a slow grin creeping up on my lips. Tap...tap...tap..... I tilt my head to the side so that my hair falls into my face only somewhat. "Something...the matter?" I ask in my quiet, dangerous way so that their eyes widen impossibly. I get three panicked and jumbled, "No sir, Mr. Malachi sirs!" and the little children scurry off again. I myself resume my walking.
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