A possible short story in the works for me. Here's some of the beginning, not sure if I'm going to finish it, depends on feed back.
The only reflection was that of steel in the moonlight. Theorn slowed his breathing to match that of his victim's. Target, he reminded himself, only murderers have victims. The target stool a mere five feet away. Close enough for him to move quickly and silently put an end to his target's life. A life built on murder and lies. He paused for a heartbeat, two; then he moved.
