A Wicker Shadow Chapter 6Chapter 6
The Knife wiped its greasy hair out of its eyes. It had never been quite sure why it needed a physical manifestation of its consciousness, but had to admit that a surly young man with his hands in his pockets looks a lot less conspicuous than a floating, rune-adorned knife. It knew it was being followed, and was fingering the blade in its pocket while its eyes flitted from left to right. As it turned into James Street it grinned. Time to disappear.
Taking the blade from its ragged pocket, it held on to the hilt as the weapon surged upwards, pulling the Knifes body with it. James Street was right next to a crossroads, and when the Knifes follower turned the corner, he wouldnt know where to look. The Knife lowered itself onto the roof of the building overlooking the street, and watched its tracker stop in mild confusion. It was fascinating, the Knife had pulled this move more than three times already, and every time th