" 2 am "

Akyl had blood on his hands. Not the image of people he had assassinated over the past decade but the liquid that flows through the arteries. He tried to recall how he stained his hands and clothes but ultimately gave up: his memories were too fuzzy. He looked around, confused. Where was Stephen? Why wasn't he in proximity? Since when was he left all alone like this? That's when he noticed: his hands were shaking, his heart was pounding furiously and his eyes began spinning. It was the closest to afraid he had been in years. But afraid of what, there was nothing. Precisely. But then, it stops. As suddenly as it came, the ushers in his heart calmed down, his view cleared out, and his hands stopped moving. Slowly, he began the hear a familiar voice and slowly came back to himself.

"Akyl, do you hear me?" The worried voice asked. " For the MoonGodness sake, answer! "

Akyl finally opened his eyes to see his best friend on the verge of crying. It calmed him down, knowing someone cared an