“I need to finish this quickly.
The crowd blurs into the background as the bell tolls. I can see their forms jumping up and down. They may even be screaming my name, but I hear nothing except the thudding of my heart in my ears. I only see the small contractions going through Butcher, giving away his movements a second before he makes them. I feel the rhythm of his chest rising and falling, knowing he will take a sharp breath just before striking. Sweat rolls down my face.”

© Fantasy of Flight by Kelly St. Clare