Powerless by Jason Letts

Author:Jason Letts [Letts, Jason]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2010-05-30T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9: The Piece-Meal Assassin

A pair of feet crept lightly over the snow, sneaking behind trees and through the shadows. The left foot pressed into the crystal powder, the right foot coming down just beyond the other’s print. Clouds raced over the moon and the wind shook hefty branches, bathing the darkness in streaks of soft light. The light caught an eyeball, which hastily took in the landscape, darting in all directions.

The feet, heavily wrapped, advanced forward, making slim imprints into the snow. They waddled uphill though the forest. A structure appeared through the trees and brush. It lay beyond a small clearing with a snowy, forlorn garden. In the right light, a glass door became visible, though little light from inside illuminated it. The eyeball also took in the smoke rising from a chimney.

Pausing for a moment, an ear scanned for any sound indicating life or movement. Satisfied, the feet moved on into the clearing. Noiselessly, they approached the building, moving while the clouds shielded the light of the moon. Coming up against the glass, the eyeball peered into the room on the other side. The firelight glowed against a few empty chairs and a rug, reached out into a kitchen with a table, and revealed a staircase that led to the second floor.

A hand lightly wrapped around the handle of the glass door, tightened its grip, and pulled. The door didn’t budge. The eye looked, the feet walked, and then the eye looked again. They circled the exterior of the house. Coming to the front door, the eye spied a small slot for mail. Coming closer, the hand silently lifted the brass cover of the slot and slipped inside. The cover clapped shut.

The eye looked around. The feet noiselessly shuffled across the wooden floor. They entered the kitchen, gradually moving to the living room with the glass door and the staircase.

Scanning the staircase, the feet carefully ascended. One foot rose, gently setting down on the next step, and then the other foot followed it. The feet continued in this pattern until one foot lifted itself only to set back down at the same height. The eyeball peeked around and caught sight of a few closed doors. One of the doors had thick white hairs from a carpet showing through the bottom.

Another door had not been shut entirely. After the feet had walked to it, the hand slowly pushed the door further open. The hinges let out a low whine. Once the door had opened far enough for the feet to pass through, the hand stopped and the feet entered. In the darkness, the eye scanned the room, taking in the mirror on the wall, the wooden floor, the dresser with things scattered about on top of it, and a bed against the wall.

Coming closer, the eye viewed the bed’s occupant, a young girl with straight hair sleeping comfortably in her bed. A blanket loosely covered her, and the hand pulled it away. The eye, again darting, absorbed the items on the dresser, catching sight of scissors that had been used for sewing.

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