The Enemy

The enemy. lurked in the shadows, stalking it's prey with a stealth from being born from the darkness itself. The prey. Walking on edge knowing it's light did nothing but attract it. The enemy. Attacks swiftly darting back into the shadows. The prey. Wounded and tired, digs deep into it's last reserve of strength to push forward. The enemy. Smelling the fear and defeat, blood lust over coming it. The prey. Now's the time, the time to fight back. The enemy. Now's the time, time to finish the hunt. The prey. It's me or him, finding a sharp knife as if sent from the heavens itself. The enemy. Releases a deep sound of pure joy from a known triumph to come. The prey. Rushes forward into it's unknown fate, blade in hand prepared. The enemy. Leaps forward. The prey. Stands it's ground as the blade is sunk deep into it's attackers chest. The enemy. Smiles, laughter that crackles with the energy of the abyss emits from it's jaw as it starts to fade away. The prey. Confused, looks down at the blade protruding from it's chest, collapses on to it's knees on blood stained earth. Realization arrives to late as the separate wholes fade into non existence