Midnight's Knife

So a friend just asked me for a name for a squad and after some non serious suggestions I said Midnight's Knife. She eventually chose something else, but I kind of like the name and now I'll write it down so that I won't forget it.

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It was pitch black out, the moon and stars covered by clouds. The city usually had lamp lights for night's like this, but none were shining on this night. That was a warning, telling the inhabitants of the city not to leave their homes, because terrible things were going to happen. Someone had been marked by Midnight for death, and if someone went out on a night like this, Midnight might mark them as well.

Most people in the city didn't know who Midnight was, they just knew that on terribly dark nights that people who left their homes died. The deaths were always different. They seemed to be random. The people knew, however, that all of the deaths were connected to the nights were impossibly dark.

Roy Falcon, captain of the city guard, perhaps knew the most about what really happened. This was because he had been marked by Midnight, was fated to die by Midnight's Knife. He knew that a group called Midnight's Knife was behind the killings, but the group was notoriously hard to track down. He was one of the only people who knew about them, and it had to stay that way, because when you learn of their existence, you either become marked, or you become a Knife for Midnight.

Captain Falcon's mark was on his back. He had gotten it as a young boy. He had been lucky then, or the Knife pursuing him had just been terribly unskilled. He went out on every night like this, to try and stop Midnight's Knife from killing, hoping to draw them towards him and distracting them from their target, hoping to catch them or die trying. He had caught several of them, but they were always dead by morning, going from a Knife to a Mark.

Roy was patrolling the streets, the only who ever did on nights like this. Someone was going to be murdered this night, and he was going to make sure it wasn't whoever it was that just got marked.

"Roy, Roy, Roy, you are much to predictable," A voice said from above.

Roy recognized that voice. It was a Knife that he had encountered many times before. "If I wasn't, we would never meet up now would we?" Roy said.

"Were you hoping to save some poor innocent soul tonight? Were you hoping to save someone from being marked?" The Knife asked.

"Don't I always?" Roy said.

"You're out of luck Roy, because tonight, you're our target," the Knife said.

"Oh please, do you think that this is the first time I've been the target, I've been doing this a lot longer than you have son," Roy said.

The Knife screamed. "I told you! I'm no longer your son! Midnight is the only parent I have now!"

With that, the Knife, Roy's own son, jumped from his hidden perch toward Roy, knife in hand, with the intent to kill his father and sever the ties he had with him so that Midnight would more fully accept him. Roy had been expecting this of course, he had taught the boy how to fight in the first place after all. Roy sidestepped the boy's knife and punched him hard in the face.

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Okay, I know, you don't have to point out the Captain Falcon thing. Lets just say its kind of late and I had the giggles. This is why I ended it with him punching something. It was hard not to write FALCON PAWNCH!

Well this was fun. I haven't written in far too long thanks to a horrible writer's block that had been chewing relentlessly on my nose, distracting me from writing. I think it finally gave up :D