wk drabble
Title: Fair
crossposted at wk_100
There was a girl, a young girl. She was fighting. He drew in a breath, smiling as he caught the smell of blood on the air. She was wounded. Still smiling he casually strolled over to the struggling bodies clucking his tongue, four against one. Not a fair fight during most circumstances, but then again he had never cared for fairness. The girl fell, her cry of pain producing a faint echo in the alley. He swiftly disposed of her opponents, crouching down in front of her. She was glowing on the inside. He smiled. “God will cry for you”.