~A Moment For Thane..

         Thane looked across the darkening skies of the West Berry National Park. The maple trees moved restlessly in the autumn breeze, shedding their skin of withering old leaves upon the barren ground. It was dusk and the sky above Thane was a hue of red, orange and another color he couldn't describe.

         He sat quietly on a faded green park bench thinking to himself. No one was out and about in the park this damp night. Thane was alone and that's how he liked to be. It was not often that he left his shabby one room apartment, but sometimes he had to go out.

         Now was one of those moments. He shifted a little, feeling the dampness and cool mist begin to cover the area from which he’d moved. He glanced at the time on his watch and noticed that over an hour had passed since he sat waiting patiently. Thane emmited an almost otherworldly aura around himself, he was so grave looking.

         Night had fallen now and Thane smiled looking into the black shadows that lay before him - the shadows that crept and slithered around everything feeling, knowing what they touched. Sometimes the shadows hissed and screamed at Thane. They never bothered him though, they were his friends like his Company.

         He looked down at his lap, his brown eyes centering on his left hand – the hand he hated. It was deformed and tonight Thane would be free of his irregularity. He hummed a little tune to himself as he gathered up the courage to do what needed to be done. The minutes slowly ticked by.

         Thane took a deep breath, feeling the misty air settle coldly on his lips and placed his two crooked fingers into his moist mouth and ran his tongue over their grossness. He moaned quietly as he snapped his jaw down upon those fingers, hearing bone splinter and crack as his fingers tore from his hand. His mouth filled with warm, tasty blood as he spit his fingers onto his good hand.

         He shivered from the night air and pleasure. Thane was gratified that he was finally free from his morbid, loathsome fingers; he hadn’t even felt a slice of pain in his insanity. Thane felt as if he was alive at last. His Company will be proud of him indeed, he mused happily walking home from the darkened park, hearing the demonic shadows that watched whisper,"Good night."