Just how many years had it been now, since he startedworking for Aeon? He was eighteen when he started…so what age was he now?
Ah, but it didn’t matter now. Not anymore. Isaac had nothingimportant that tied to his age anyways, so what point was there in keepingtrack? He didn’t see any of his other worldly friends anymore, so worryingabout being older than them was senseless. As for those he cared about backhome…
His target was up ahead. A spark ran though Isaac’s bodyfrom his neck to his finger tips and toes. As he got closer his excitementgrew, yet his heartbeat was steady. The calm that washed over him wasunsettling, just as the silence following a violent fight. It was not a sign ofpeace or harmony.
Lunching himself into an overhead tree Isaac continued hispursuit like an animal, leaping from branch to branch. In the blink of an eyehe was on top of the man, knife already buried in his kidney and life fadingfrom him.
That was over toosoon. I should find another.
Isaac stumbled back. Those thoughts where back. But theyweren’t his. Noooooo. Thy belonged to another. His lips curled back. That’sright. They weren’t “Isaac’s”. “Isaac” was still a kind and princely young man.He looked to his reflection in the pool of blood. The person staring back wasnot Isaac, not with the bloodied face and twisted smile. No, no, this personwas wholly Aeon’s perfect little assistant. Sure, there was an…extra casualtyhere or there, but no one that would be missed in the grand scheme.
“Heh…heheheh.” Now, who was next?