OVERBOARD!

Flesh gives way so easily. There is barely any feeling of resistance aside from the current of blood leaking out. Another cry is muffled by the glove over her mouth. Another one passes like that. 

The act was as disgusting as the person committing it. As usual, no blood sullied his clothing. He kicked the inside of her ankle and she collapsed to the ground. Blood pooled around quicker than her clothes could greedily suck it up. 

The thud. Each time he heard it, it hit closer home than before, even harder than the sensation of flesh, so wet. Making way in the wake of his blade.

Slowly the blood began to flow away like the current of a River to join up with the Ocean that birthed it. He heard the blood drip as it fell into the sewer.

No one appreciated the smell of the sewer. It was the smell of waste from a city with more than a dozen million residents. Now it was joined by the smell of death.

A small weeping drifted in the air. The dying begged to be left alone, to be spared, to not be left alone to face the cold grasp of an encroaching death. "Kyle" kneeled down and pulled the knife out to accelerate the blood loss. It wasn't a clean wound. He left the knife in her flesh when he threw her to the ground and the blade tore her to pieces.

There was no rest for the wicked. It had taken the better part of the day and almost the entire night to find his prey.

A silhouette covert in a jacket, hood, scarf, and goggles made his way back to the surface.

***

Like life, the weather was always ungrateful. Of course, it had to wait until I came out, emptying itself like a bucket.

Another sigh escaped me, tired beyond belief my clothes began to cling to me like an uncomfortable heavy layer of second skin.

I walked over the road to the end of this level. For safety purposes, each level within the city ended in guarding rails. Most levels were separated by a four-meter fall.

Standing here, in daytime I would be able to look down all of the levels of the city, which begins from the peak of a Mountain, extending all the way down to its feet. 

A tight feeling clutched at my chest, once I've studied and fulfilled my obligations, there's nothing holding me here. No more Rainy days coming when I had a long night, no more walking home after midnight in soaking wet clothes. 

As I leaned over the guarding rails I heard, faint Rapid footsteps rushing towards me, splashing water around as much as it was raining down. Knocking me out of my reverie. 

I turned my back on the enormous cityscape and reached for my knives. Then I saw my assailant. 

Her hood fell back, revealing beautiful strands of gold-blond hair as she leaped for me. I caught almost instinctively, in this embrace we spun around, like the familiar steps of a slow waltz. Her arms clung tightly around my neck. 

She looked past my goggles into my eyes and released me from her bear hug. A pleasant splash erupted when she hit the pooling water on the ground beneath us. 

""Kitten"?" I asked.

"kyle i was... i was... worried when it seemed like you wouldn't come back."

"Kitten," said her voice, never rising above a whisper.

I stroked her hair affectionately until I stopped myself and covered it with her hood once again. Feline-like Greem eyes stared into my soul. They got noticeably smaller once our eyes locked through my goggles. 

"Sorry for worrying you, "Kitten". I will try to be more considerate. You don't have to worry about me." I smiled, aware that she wouldn't see it with my face obscured by the scarf and goggles.

But the gesture was important; you hear a smile as much as you can see it.

"i... i... I'm not scared! i just didn't want to lose you..." She said stammering.

"I know, "Kitten", I know."