(Writing for Alex tonight. Read at your own risk on this one. It’s part of his past an it wasn’t a very nice past. Violence ahead.)

Alexois smirked as he easily walked by the men on patrol. Dressing the part made things so much easier. Giving the monster a chance to slip in among the sheep. Once he was up on the battlements, on went the mask. No sense letting them remember him clearly.

Besides Jacques had insisted he needed to prove himself. In. Out. Quick and clean. Otherwise Jacques would punish him later.

Alex waited patiently. Trying his best to ignore the cold winter air. Though worry gnawed at him. This was his first assignment without his mentor watching over him. If this knight didn’t show soon then the next patrol would walk by. He’d be sighted and forced to flee without accomplishing what he was supposed to do.

There! A few steps closer…

“What are you doing up here?!”

Shit… Alex snarled as he spun around and rammed the blade of his spear through the man’s gut. The man gurgling from the pain and shock. Life bleeding out from the wound as his hands wrapped around Alex’s spear shaft. Letting the man die before removing his weapon from the now corpse.

So much for his timing. He’d misjudged things clearly. Turning to look down below. Of course the guard’s words hadn’t gone unnoticed in the quiet of the evening. Not good at all. They were already making their way for the stairs leading up here. Armed and ready to take on whatever was lurking up here.

Stay and fight? Hoping to kill his target? Or flee and face punishment?

Alex counted two people approaching him. Flashing a toothy grin before rushing forward. No one ever said life was easy. His had never been. So why take the easy road.

Letting the familiar rush and feeling of blood lust take over as he ducked a sword swing. A feral look to his crimson eyes as he lost himself to the fighting. That darkness that always lurked inside taking over. Not feeling the pain of the sword that grazed the back of his hand as he swung his spear for the other knight.

It was over all too quickly. Licking his lips and tasting his own blood. One of them had managed to connect a blow with a sword pommel. A sneer coming to his lips. It wasn’t a clean kill. He’d come away with a few minor injuries. Not that the knights would walk away at all.

The sound of more knights approaching though sent him fleeing this time. But not before flashing them a toothy grin as he stood at the top of the battlement. Falling backwards and twisting around as he dropped. Rolling in the snow as he landed. Coming up into a crouch from the roll.

Let them see if they could catch the monster.