The Death of a Prince

Chapter 5

I looked up to see my target out of sight. My breath gave up at the thought of losing him so foolishly. I ran in vain and caught up just in time.

He was in front and was giving a homeless some coins. He carried on and ended up in an alley. He was about to turn into a mossy door when I fell in pain and a cry escaped from me.

He turned. Good.

He rushed over and flooded me with questions of worry and enquiry. My eyes averted to his as my hands slipped into my pockets and I produced the fiddle to play his last tunes. Indiscreet, I slowly pointed it towards his stomach and his eyes which were once glazed with worry now were clouded with horror.

Thunder had stricken the unfortunate eyes of the angles as lighting rampaged through the heavens; a luminous boom cried in vain as silver droplets began to coat my brows and his temple. It was indistinguishable whether it was perspiration of fear or the drizzle of cold winter ahead.