Blood stains my hands like red wine.
I stand where I’ve dropped my clothes, the bloodied fabric pooled by my feet. My body trembles as I try to grasp the magnitude of what I’ve done. It doesn’t feel real. It feels too easy. It feels like I’m just an innocent witness who has walked in on this gruesome scene. I don’t want to believe it’s true, that I have done this. But I have. I only have minutes to cope.
I expect Zacharias to wake up, to come back to life. He’s never been outwitted, but this defeat comes easy. Too easy. He feels immortal to me, someone too brawny and powerful to meet his end so quickly and so suddenly, carried through by someone as small as me. It feels like David and Goliath. The unlikely one is left standing.
But not for long.
I haven’t lied. Our story, the story of
