Nothing To See Here

The rain is heavy today, and that's fine with me. Soak me to the bone, sky. Try and make me clean.

You can't.

I've tried.

I bend down, and wash my knife in the ankle-deep water that runs everywhere. The water turns a shade of red, and then swirls back into its usual brown-black. Nothing to see here.

"Your friend wasn't very helpful." I call out to the body sitting leaned up against a wall. It coughs, and stares at me. "I only have one question. It's not hard."

I stand up, the rain sloughing off my form. I stand for a moment, letting him drink in the power I have. Then I walk slowly, calmly over. His broken body tries to move, but there's no strength left in him. Nothing works.

I place the tip of the blade gently against his chest, and press. Not hard enough to pierce, not yet. Just enough so he knows what's happening. I stare into his wide, fear filled eyes.

"So tell me." I twirl the blade around, and a bead of blood forms on his chest. It immediately washes away in the rain.

"Who did this to you?"